The inclement night raged--
Against the uneven pulse of the city-
Tearing down its bastions...
The night terrors ravaged...
In thunderous overtones--
Black skies turned gray
Sky broken by hail--
Lightening strikes twice
In its own oblivious
Unmerciful claps--
At last finding the calm...
Agosto is waiting Ismael;
Theodora (Theo) Onken
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