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The clock is ticking
As the hour turns late
An owl make a howl
Horrifically haunted to
The ears of its sound.

The wather is not
So bright tonight
The windy cumulonimbus
Brought plight to the time.

Suddenly,
The lights of the illumination
Gutters.

A shake of fear presence now
In the little heart of a boy.
He sleep still
As he is frozen by the dread
Of the tempest
Raged at its own will.

The rapid rain crashed
The tiles roof
Creating a terrible noise
Dashing through his eardrums
Grazing his breath from lungs.

The howling scream of the wind
Battered his heart beats
To only pumps harder
And faster
With growing agony
Of his own imagination.