Calling

Calling the Spirit
of the winds dance

More than just
cool

Places to be

Things to do

Crazy stuff
young people

try

without thinking

Gazing from the highest hilltop
to catch the view

Down by the sea
Gentle breezes flow

Filling tall sails
On the ships below

Looking down
At sea and shore

See the dark clouds
gathering

Rising swiftly
From the east

Like the slant
of the rant

Suddenly
Lightning flash

And thunders
roar take hold

Driving rains
punish hard

Any fool
caught far afield

Blasting forces
Broken trees fall

Helpless, against
the shredding gales

Before the anger
of the sky king

Finding shelter
from the storm

It's not an option
It’s necessity

Feel like
an adventurer

When i feel
the first slap

From tearing winds
And crashing seas

Lean directly into it
Flapping my arms

Just like a giant bird
Pushing hard

against The howling
winds flow

Like an evil jester ‘s scowl
As, if oblivious to danger

Even enchanted
by taunting death's roar

i might even jump
up and down

Side to side
then spin around

Like a pinwheel

Fly

turning Faster now
No laughing matter

Thrown repeatedly
to the ground

Rising again
pushed Up and down

Laughing like a madman
Shouting Obscenities back into the wind

Feign dodging
lightning bolts

Screaming
in righteous anger

Hurled
like a boomerang

Hit with
cracking whips

Making machine gun
sounds

With a band
from hell

Playing
like a hurricane

Winds tearing up
creation

Bringing death
to every door

Hear it knocking
Turn off lights

Bar the windows
Bolt the doors

Making all the homes
Close down

Make it appear
Nobody's there

Calling forth
Hounds of hell

Battlefields
without glory

Horrid
shrieking winds

Pouring down
like Hell

From a cauldron
of pure evil

On the hapless earth
below

Splintering
the mighty oaks

Scattering the grasses
In the fields afar

Defying the winds

Hear me
singing my song

Hear the rains fall

Embedded
in the shrieking gale

Hear the calling of
The spirit of the winds

Dance

Can you hear
the Call?

C2



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