The wind blows high

The wind blows strong

Like the soft desert sand

that dances off along

You cannot grasp me.

Moods alter and Seasons change

Bringing with them a different shade

The green leaf slowly turns to gold

Like everything around that changes its mold

You cannot decipher me.

I am that you fear

I am that you want.

I am the wild howling spirit

As sly as a fox

You cannot tame me.

My head bows not to strong winds

Rocks do less to move me

I brave the sun and the cold moon

You cannot shake me.

Swords clash and blood draws

Agony cries resonate the walls

Anger rises and bubbles

Yet mea cara I do not struggle

You cannot upset me.

Let there be threats and promises

Let the petals and thorns shower

I am who I am Inimicus

My heart beats stronger than ever

You will not touch me.