Warrior Wind
Warrior Wind
My shack-like home
Tries its best to shield me from the cold and torrent winds
I feel its cold touch caressing my back
It massages is like little pin-pricks along my spine
The branches are beating against the window pane
Awaiting an invitation from the occupant within
I envelope myself with my armour of fleece
Its coat-of-arms is adorned with finely stitched tapestry
My breath betrays my position
Apprising the enemy with its smoke-like signal
I am well-fortified within my refuge
From the howling cries of the Warrior wind
As time moves at a snails pace
I sense the anticipation waning
The moans are slowly dissipating
Impeding doom is once again abated.
Copyright © Silafit Silafit | Year Posted 2011
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