The Dark Winds
Click. Click. Click went the clock in the tower hall. It was nearly half past eleven and all was calm. The bristling tree's
blew with the wind.
The sun was setting. It was time to begin.
Sharply the colors the visions that passed.
All within the hour as the sands in the glass.
Finally, finally, faded away, to nothing...nothing but what would be the next day.
Oh those winds how they howled. Oh the roar they let aloud. Run Run as quick as you can. The dark winds are
coming within from the land.
But oh the darkness that blew with the land.
The fires burned and death touched the sky.
Oh why oh why did we have to die?
The wind ripped through our house like a glove, it tore through our flesh and kept the blood flying. The fire screamed in
our minds as our fingers ripped from their places, surely this dark wind was the bitter end for us.
Sky. now nothing but sky. Flying floating, gliding on by. Run Run as quick as you can. You'll never defeat the dark
wind of the land!
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