The Restless God of Wind

Awakening from slumber it thrashes around, that which was once, now completely unbound It shouts at earth with an unsettled mind, it bashes and smashes destruction entwined The might of the wind, the cold and the rain, together they tether to the roamless terrain The wind that it calls brings a tear to the sky, not the smartest of wings refuses to fly A defeating gasp, it's point is not made a fury above, a beast enslaved Twirling and twisting young parentless leafs, the darkness now blankets the fallen trees It's voice just a whisper as it falls to it's knees, the rain trickles through the sullen breeze It's anger now spent as it tries to sleep calm yet unresting, over the shadowy deep No sources used. 21/12/2014