Beneath an ominous sky, rage. (rhyme poem)A Poem by Relic![]() Version 1 Its throat roared a riotous rumble Passing above the ruined rubble. The funnel hung swiveled and swung Licking its chops with a tawdry tongue. Rolling, rumbling ferocious and foul, It started with wind - then a hungry howl. Version 2 Its throat wailed a riotous roar as roofs transformed to rubble. The funnel hung~ swiveled, swung~ Licking its chops with a gorging tongue. Rolling~rumbling~ ferocious, foul, I still recall its ominous howl. © 2025 RelicAuthor's Note
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