We’ve found thee
Little mortal
We surround thee
Whispers in the wind cry unto thee
Our names are zephyr, breath and air
We will guide thee
Don’t be scared
Little mortal
Thou fain to see
The terrors that dost follow thee
Keep away from the water’s edge
And we’ll keep thou safe
The winds we pledge
Turn not away from our winsome calls
Turn back to us or thou shall fall
The cliffs are rendering nearer and near
Be warned little one
Dost thou hear?
Nay, ye do not and now you fall
Into ice cold waters creating a crimson pool
But we don’t give up
Nay not us
We’ll call to mankind from dusk till dawn
Never ceasing
Never forlorn
It is our duty
It is our pride
We are the winds and we are the tides
And our voice we never hide
Inspired by Nox Arcana after listening to their music from the album “carnival of lost souls”-“cries in the night”. This is something that I pictured when hearing the music and I put it into a prose.
