The Thunder Rolls

The 13th chime strikes just as was foretold
Synchronized as mercy at dawn's first light
Some eyes were brand new, some realms very old
For each though it was like a dream, one night

Upon waking, known now some dreams are sweet
And some nightmares are tools in their own way
While sundown meant dealer's choice to repeat
One direction, home, remained on that day

But every pair of fox feet was refreshed
For some the first time home did not seem far
Even cursing tongues found they had been blessed
By scar, door ajar, au revoir, or car

"'Thanksgiving is here! Do not delay love.
Today straight lined path should fit like a glove.'"

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