Sudden situations sometimes strike
With slashing
sorcery,
A six-six-six of
Satan’s sign
To shock the
soul’s serenity.
Without a word of
warning or
Wary wink unto the
wise
It worms its way
while whispering
Like waving
willows in the wind, then
Clamors its’
cacophony
Of complex
convoluted cries
Corrupting calm
with chaos
On a cataclysmic
course.
Only fate and
faith can free me
From this fitful
frightening freefall, but
Only fickle frenzy
fills
My feather
frazzled faculties.
I urge my
alter-ego to
Alleviate this
awful angst.
I beg my battered
body breathe
And be at blissful
ease.
No matter how the
hurricane howls,
No matter who runs
frantic,
Face forward in
your daring-do
Be cool,
Stay calm,
Don’t panic.
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