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I AM THE OMEN

By Judy Koot



I am the spindle that woke up the sleeper.

I am the slipper that ruined the dance.

I am the torchlight that unhid the hunted.

I am the blizzard that silenced the land.

 

I am the hand that cut off the other.

I am the tremor that triggered the bow.

I am the shadow that gutted the hunter.

I am the black that darkened the crow.

 

I am the blush that reddened the cape.

I am the mirror that prompted the plan.

I am the apple that poisoned the arrow.

I am the moon that wolfed down the man.


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