the village was quiet
the reporter approached it quietly
snow began to fall
the tension was tremendous
everything would be understood
when the official version was revealed
the whole world was waiting
with breathless expectancy
youth would be served
zeal for justice would be satisfied
it would all start all over again
behind the walls of the village
the countryside had its own charm
despite the darkening clouds
evening approached
fate beckoned
time seemed to genuflect
to the hero would emerge
incandescent in the twilight
just in the nick of time
of course we now know
the lachrymose outcome of the whole affair
and make ourselves comfortable
in the unfolded night
it was obvious all along
to the prophets of despair
as they quickly adjusted their accounts
to resurrect the rosy future
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