They are arriving, several a month,
but the rate is sure to increase.
Shrouded in secrecy and love,
arriving in a most unexpected way.
Some would call it trickery,
others will see its purpose.
What a time to be alive, however,
to take part in its subtle brilliance.
What is unseen will cry at night,
but only for a short while,
for soon their mission will sprout
with bloody sheafs lying in their wake.
Unknown to me how this all will be,
or even if I write with certainty.
But I write what I feel
and want it to be revealed.
Whether to you it be pure jest
or something you deem blessed,
as long as it makes you think,
or to gaze out in the emptiness yonder
I will continue to sit here, pen in hand,
creating utterly ridiculous verses to ponder.

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