Wind
Whipping at your body
Soft, yet bitter cold
Yes, like a wave of plenty
Within the tales of old
Soaring through the skyline
Yet impossible to see
Lies the wind, a temptress
Drawing you to her breeze
Yet once you get enamoured
And her gust encase you in
You'll find that she's a sly one
Yes that seductress known as wind
She'll sing you a sweet song
Of legends that remain
As her siren snare encasess you
Tornado to a hurricane
Yes, that grand enchantress
Luring people from where they're safe
That coquette 'll leave you homeless
If you give in to her willful wake
So who is this Lorelie
Empress of sin
Why we all do know her
For she calls herself the wind
~Katherine Aclaire
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
Wind
Whipping at your body
Soft, yet bitter cold
Yes, like a wave of plenty
Within the tales of old
Soaring through the skyline
Yet impossible to see
Lies the wind, a temptress
Drawing you to her breeze
Yet once you get enamoured
And her gust encase you in
You'll find that she's a sly one
Yes that seductress known as wind
She'll sing you a sweet song
Of legends that remain
As her siren snare encasess you
Tornado to a hurricane
Yes, that grand enchantress
Luring people from where they're safe
That coquette 'll leave you homeless
If you give in to her willful wake
So who is this Lorelie
Empress of sin
Why we all do know her
For she calls herself the wind
~Katherine Aclaire