Welcome to Issue 73
Jeshikakitty Winning Entry
The darkened clouds cover the sky
In every direction the rain begins to fly
Inhabitants scatter, fleeing to their homes
Outside their doors, nobody roams
A flash, so bright, streaks through the air
Followed by thunder, the disastrous pair
The patter of rain is heard all around
But not a soul in this storm can be found
From the inferno terrain, to the Itzair ruins, to the blizzard realm and Bamboo Beach
In every corner of Mistica, this storm does reach
Crowding darkness and endless rain, a flash, a boom!
Is this the end, Mistica's doom?
Locked inside its own tomb?
Trapped in this endless monsoon.