As the wind does dance
singing from the treetops
calling to the rain of change
giving relief to the lands

Worry not my dear heart
for I am truly one of them
a storm bringer
and truth seeker

In shadows I do hide
all my names never known
as the wind does dance
so do I in silent purity

They say gods come in many forms
some as unassuming as a cat
but some in insult come back in human form
now just think about that


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris