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by Genevieve Anakwe-Charles, 3rd year Pharmacy student

A crimson apparition in the night’s horizon,

Grey flakes falls- eerily, like snowflakes,

The burning light etches its heated hands…

Closer to me with a hint of smug on its face,

And a devilish ominous rumbling,

Cloaked in a white hooded cape that

hides its face,

Rumbling becomes roaring,

Becomes terror…