Memories of 1498
The wave,
The wave of pure havoc.
The place returned to nature.
A connoisseur of dread and destruction.
It ate anything,
Everything!
I' man victim of the sorrow,
That happened on the morrow.
It was a messenger,
With a message of vengeance.
It was a dispatcher,
Dispatching pain.
Wading through the inland flood,
Hoping for no next round.
Why me?
Please no more…
Trying to acknowledge this,
Is too hard for me.
The perimeter is a grisly spectacle,
I won"t become part of it.
Not yet…
The next wave came crashing in,
Higher than before.
I will not win,
Because it came for more.
The wave,
The wave of pure havoc.
It's only the beginning,
Of the END.
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