a silent storm, oppressed
quiet, a deadly thing
destruction, didn't hear it coming
mute, too late to run
gone, everything and all
noiseless, eyes widened in fear
still, you thought you were safe
soft things still make harsh sounds
a low whir ignored and obliterated
hushed, inevitable
you attempted to vanquish the storm
but you made it more powerful
with the seductive advantage of surprise
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Author:
A Silver Sky (Pseudonym) (
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