death has many forms

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Along the night came,
Bringing with it,
The winds of torture and pain.

Many were lost that night,
Many were slain.

This has happened,
but once a century,
since time began.

The town was decimated,
and had to start again.

I was there the last time,
saw men fighting it,
and being lost.

Women and children hid,
Some were found,
Some were safe.

"what caused this?"
I hear you ask.

All I can say is,
Death has many forms,
But a form like this,
Cannot be described.

Now I am haunted by it,
Hunted by it.

I know I should havve
died that night.

It wants to finish
what it started,
And end it's tourmant,

Which is me.