An Omen

She said I was an omen,
An ill-portent, at best:
She said I was a prophet, come
To presage and attest

The rank decay and atrophy
Behind her crumbling wall —
But all I was, was summer; it
Was her that brought
The fall

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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