F5
A tornado barreling down
the dark alley of the hallway
Then shredding down the stairs
Half drunk and crazed with blood lust
And sheer want
Fur and claws turned
Into velvet touches
Before the winds
Wrap around in a choking embrace
Hooking onto the now damp wool
Coats of Robin’s long lost
Merry man who have strayed
Into the path of destruction
With howling winds
The cyclone raises them
Like spirits from the grave
Into the air they twirl
Before being cast to the ground
Like broken rag dolls
And in the aftermath
Nothing is left but
Heaving hearts and chests
And the clothes torn
From their backs
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