The Messiah

The silence in the graveyard,
disturbed by sporadic howling.
The insane wind blows,
forcing the dry leaves
to be swayed with it.

The continuity of the moonlight
is obstructed by the clouds,
playing hide and seek.

The lightning flashes arouse fear.
Some footsteps are heard.
Soon there is an unshunned glaze,
which fades the evil pathways,
rejuvenating the dying hope,
in the form of messiah,
the messenger of God.

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