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Blossoming fears sprout in the head

Harbinger of doom lurks with dread

The pending torture slowly nears

As eyes are bound to flow with tears

There seems no chance of raving cheers

All focus is on blossoming fears


Sinking down deep to bounce back up

Harbinger brought forth half a cup

The other half showed some new light

Sweetening the cup until right

Having fears,like a tea bag, steep

Life’s good after sinking down deep


submitted to dVerse on the Harbinger prompt