The leaves have fallen,
leaving trees for another year.
The vast expanse of lakes frozen,
until the sun arises anew.
The creatures are hibernating,
postponing the inevitable.
Cold covers the land,
filling him with hatred and dread.
He's unable to find serenity,
where does he go from here?
To the east or to the west,
to the north or to the south.
There's a haze overhead,
dimming the moonlight.
Which was to guide him,
but it's turned invisible.
Wondering through unknown lands,
desperately trying to escape.
From the wrath of the wind,
that surrounds him in confusion.
The search continues through,
snow capped mountains,
and seemingly endless valleys.
The stars dissipate,
and the light arises again.
Illuminating the soil,
of the kingdoms.
Despite this,
the storm rages in,
turning everything a matt black.
The rain falls in torrents,
flooding and inundating.
Melting the ice, lifting,
rising up above it head.
He's asphyxiating helplessly,
what can he do?
No one will save him from this,
this fury running through out the land.
He has perished, his spirit excited.
Suspended in transit it floats,
into my hand, I blow it away.
In a plume of smoke it goes,
to the place it once came from.
