the spirit ...of the winds+dance

More than cool, things to do
crazy stuff...young people do
gazing from the highest hilltop
down by the sea... gentle breezes
filling tall sails, on the ships below
looking down at sea and shore
see the dark clouds gathering
rising swiftly, from the east
like the slant of the rant...
suddenly, lightning flash
and thunders roar...
driving rains punish hard
any fool caught far afield
blasting forces, broken trees fall
helpless, against the shredding gales
before the anger of the sky king
finding shelter from the storm
it's not an option, its necessity
feel just like an adventurer
when i feel the fresh kiss 
from tearing winds 
and crashing seas
lean directly into it
flapping my arms
just like a giant bird
pushing hard against 
the howling winds flow
like an evil jester...
oblivious to danger
even taunting death's roar 
i might even jump up and down
side to side then spin around, 
like a pinwheel...
thrown repeatedly to the ground
rising bleeding, 
laughing like a madman
shout into the wind
dodging the lightning bolts
screaming in righteous anger...
hurled like a boomerang
hit with cracking whips 
like making 
machine gun 
sounds
with a band from hell
playing like a hurricane
winds tearing up creation...
bringing death to evermore
hear it knocking, turn off lights
bar the windows, bolt the doors
making all the town, close down
make it appear, nobody's home
calling forth, hounds of hell
battlefields without glory 
horrid sounds shrieking winds
pouring down... like pure evil
on the hapless earth below
splintering the mighty oaks
scattering the grasses
in the fields 
below
here I stand
defying the winds...
hear me singing 
...my song
hear the rains...
hear the calling of
the spirit... of 
the winds 
dance
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