Creatures of yore
Overriding rules of nature
Crawling up and down
Kings, when the sun is gone
Ruling rules of their own
Omnipresent they are
Adjusting to all terrains
Catastrophic and
Horror is their sight
Enemy to all
Sound better, do they?
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Dramatic turns of life
Erasing lines of (mis)fortune
Souring and sweetening moments
Titillating moods of joy
Incubating thoughts of sorrow
Nursing high held dreams
Yardstick for a living, DESTINY!
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