the wicked wind came howling tonight,
a squall that shook me to my bones
the moon pierced through the stormy clouds,
and i sighed deeply as the wild wind
whipped and moaned
take away the memory of him
i begged the fierce wind as it shrieked,
but it seemed to laugh as only tempests can
leaving stains of dust ‘cross my pallid cheek
how haughty is the wicked wind
to laugh with such disdain
at a love gone cold and a heart deceived
no sympathy did it feign
Borders by Kalandra
