He could feel her desire in the dark
Burning like a pyre of arcane art
All she had to provide was just a spark
To ignite the flame of a broken heart
Blast of warm
Before the storm
Of biting cold
That leaves him old
She leaves just as quickly as he came
The wind's avatar, his silent bane
Buried in his mind, her secret name
A curse on the delusions of the sane
On his knees
Between the trees
Death's release
Rest in peace