Station 357: Haiku Collection 47

Within a beckon
Tall, sharp, rising to the sky
A lift, a cradle

Tremble, suffer, fear
From deeply regions unknown
Nigh suppressible

A shriek, a loud shout
Without sight, no such target
An apparition

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