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Oct 2016
Blizzard has come to the capital  city
One, that seemed calm for infinity
And so the city will fall
What a disaster to it has come.
But not all of the citizens are cursed
By wisdom and knowledge they are secured

The witch has made that blizzard come,
Luck knows, how she hates her home.
Right now on and on she is dancing,
As the snow storm keeps advancing .
He plays and plays this day all around:
Even the houses got taken off ground.

A ******* is riding to safety, yet horse ain't enough fast,
"How to survive?" He figured out at last.
He has transformed  his cloak to wings,
And higher high as a bird he swings.

The queen is trapped in tower soon crashing down,
And there's no way out, looks like she is done.
Just than she remembered a lake near tower-palace,
Now it is time to jump , her greatest fear time to face.
"Luck be a lady" she said houses' s spalls evading,
She as if flight's master succeeded in landing.

And so many people survived
But most of the folks have died.
Yet falt is their, were not enough smart
And also fading witches life apart.
So the poor woman  craved for revenge,
Theirs only falt, that she's rampage.
Tell me how is it.
Pretty please.
Demy Molentor
Written by
Demy Molentor  17/M/Ukraine
     Traveler, Ramin Ara and ---
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