Swarm of Locusts

A wall—dense, dark, foreboding—
crawls closer, rattling with menace.

Some hide,
fear-stricken, helpless.
Some in preparation,
to annihilate the destruction,

Some- Calm, silent, unaware—
Detached in an intoxicating dream.

From afar,
the thickening darkness looms,
deepening in its relentless rhythm.
Forked tongues lash out,
ready to devour.
The third eye, blazing embers,
threatens to incinerate all.

One thought echoes through all:
trees will be trampled,
mountains crushed,
rivers and streams erased,
leaving desolation in their wake.

A strange hum
Piercing everyone’s ears. 

They sit huddled, watching in fear—
Uncertain of when this
Uncertain of when this madness will pass.

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