There isn't much history to this one, just came to me in class one day. Enjoy...

A dark blanket smothered the sky, 

Covering the lives below.

The storm brew and the wind blew,

The machine feeling the cold.

I felt Death like no one else,

Penetrating what I hold dear.

But while everyone ignored the threat,

Mourning turned to fear.

This chill that took them all from me,

Plunged into the deep.

Left me here on my own,

With life I cannot keep.

The End

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