The wind blusters
And howls against the prison walls;
Flashes of lightning reveals
A silhouette sprawled amidst the squalls.
His voice,
Reduced to silent rumbles,
Had retreated to his stomach,
Each whisper, silent mumbles.
He waited
To be served justice, with ladles,
But only the aroma of something brewing
Whiffed across his aged nostrils...
When the wind
Reminds you of a man called "Arved"
Who withered away, many eons since,
Remember, "justice wasn't served".
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