Abandoned
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The hearth singed away 
the last of summer's fuel.
Frozen hands begin to pry open 
the floorboards below.

Trees flail manically
by light of plasma streemers
fleeting across a sea
of rolling clouds 
and howling winds.

Hail pelts the sheet roof overhead.
Windows shatter upstairs--
hair stands at attention.

Light flashes
and shadows dance amongst them
between is thundering darkness
and tears.

Alone,
huddled in soft blankets
by the dead fireplace
staring in quiet horror
out the front window.

Lightning crashed down deafeningly.
In that split moment,
a lofty black cloak eclipsed the front window's 
orange evanescent glow.

The next day the sky had cleared.
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