Souls in the wind

Souls on the Wind

The winds, they blow, whispering to the trees,

Talking to me in the sun and the rain,

They tell a story, listen if you please,

About a vision that was so very vain.

The winds they angered and became quite mad.

To see a life washed away from the sand,

So tragic was it the life that she had.

The wind saw her death by a strange man’s hand.

Red in fury the wind paid back its dues,

The stranger did not see his fate coming,

The wind brought the man some very bad news,

Souls ride on the wind to kill those running.

The man could not see the souls on the breeze,

His heart was black and he was blind to life,

The souls knew this and put their minds at ease,

They drowned him in the sea and eased their strife.

Everyone thought that the man had just left,

Until they saw his body on the sand,

No one knew that he was wanted for theft,

He stole an angel’s life with his own hand.

Do not anger the wind, this you should know,

Faster than a horse your end is not slow.