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Under darkening skies ominous voices freely rode the wind
singing dirges as a precursor to the coming of the witching hour.
Baptism bouquets, dropped in fear, were left bobbing in water.

This confluence of good and evil only prayer could rescind
as each questioning parishioner held tightly a crushed flower
along with the hand of each bewildered son and daughter.

A beam of bright light shown where the crowd had thinned
as their deity, silently but assuredly, reaffirmed His power
blowing away wicked winds purveyed by the Satanic plotter.

Submitted for Sally's 3 Phrases 9 Lines challenge

Under darkening skies

Bobbing in water

A crushed flower

By AlwaysMyWords

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