Wind, dark wind.
Blow through the canyons of this barren, tortured soul.
Lick at the edges of this ragged consciousness.
Swirl and eddy in the worn archways and passages.
Carry with you dust and ashes, life and breath.
Wind, dark wind.
Breeze in the corners and stir those sleeping daemons.
Fan the fires of passion.
Stir the embers of my heart.
Dust rise up!
Obscure these pale deathless thoughts.
Give life to the monsters of the Abyss
And smother this fledgling life.
Wind, cool wind.
Soothe these fevered brows.
Dry the nervous sweat from my palms.
Let me live life!
Bring on the roiling storm clouds
To flush the debris of existence into the swirling, gurgling mists of time.
To take forever, these mortal coils, to a higher plane.
Washed, phoenix like,
To live again.
A soft gentle breeze envelops me.
I open world-weary eyes thick with the slime of my life,
I brush away the cobwebs of my thoughts,
And emerge
Into a brave new day.
Gone are the passions that drove me.
Gone are the beasts that haunt me.
All that is left is...........
ME!
Wind, great wind,
Refresh me and leave me be.
This mortal is not yet ready for your restless flight
Of dusty howling anguish.
Blow through me and be on your way.
Cleanse me
And add to your suffering
My pain.
