White Wind

Through the eyes that see In the mind that think Faces are powdered white Like a kings face in horror Lo! The foes in light From the mirror of the only terror Poaching minds; Like a deadly stings of a cobra In a solid white-wind Two in one power Around the neck at home The journey is yet to come Yet they are extremely greater Many voice are still unheard As the harshy weather bashes hard Turn the world to me In a trouble sunny maze Restless are mind then We were amid by them Paths are full of griffin roads Many still wait anxiously in moads