Death o'er Wind

There's a kinship 'tween Death and Wind

Does it not seem that the good leave first?
The beautiful.
Dare we inquire why?
We do.

Everyday we'll ask ourselves "why?" To atleast one thing in our lives.
But rare, is it, that we find an answer.

I've observed
Death touches those that enjoy the Wind the most,
Those that give Mother Nature love.

As if Death was a man and Wind were his steed
As if Wind were a tool and Death was its master
As if Death was Wind itself, and those it touched were damned dead.

Author's Note

Just a quick one trying to get my personal "flow" back.

Reviews

[GwenLark]

I really enjoyed this Mac. Well done!

[Mac. S]

Thank you, I appreciate that. I have a few close friends that prefer my more realistic writing. I need to dig up my poetry from when I was "decent" at it.

[DarkArtz 0703]

wow.... that was... deep I love it! neat work