Deadly Wind

A deadly wind of shine.
Blood that flows closely behind.
A gentle touch as it goes by
And swiftly flying through the sky.
As it pierces flesh, shall it pierce mine.

A gust of wind sharp as a blade.
As it goes by, they shall obey.
The blood of heart, the blood of rain
And my hands shall it stain.

A deadly gust of shining.
Our hearts are intertwining.
The dragon I have slain
Inside of mine...

~Ramza the Silverbolte