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
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21/12/2014
Copyright © Matt Cross | Year Posted 2014
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