Curse of Harmattan

The icy talons of nature Claw for my soul Leaving my body A broken home First, my sense of smell Then, my power of speech. Left distraught I was, Incapable of roaming the earth Wreaking havoc vengefully, The dust of the earth did Slither into my nostrils And down my spine And like gods against a man The frost of stars fallen And that which man was born of Came with the curse of harmattan