Disembodied voices
rolling through brain,
apocalypse message
shudder spine,
images come that burn
insides with fear.
Will grips chair's arms
with white knuckle defiance,
heart races from dread
of impending devastation.
Soliloquy of lament
pours forth from angst
drenched soul,
murmurs becoming prayers
for intervention's miracle.
One surrenders to fate's visions,
remembering bewitching face
belonging to sprite form
as author of impending upheaval.
Accepting destiny
and ensuing consequences,
embracing the onslaught
unto one's future
where divine messenger
brings broken spirits healing
that see misery as treasure
and power to destroy its fake gold
as curse instead of blessing.
Silver trophy winner
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