Solitary days and humble nights

The wind

The cry's of the sea that haunt ones soul. The pain and sorrow one shall never know. The waves of vengeance, sorrow, and grief. Fill the sands beneath ones feet. The winds shall howl and the waves shall rage. The land shall shake for she is afraid. The destructive power of his hand is enough to shred every piece of land. His voice of ice, snow, and wind with a temper that of a thousand men. Each one armed ready for war. But all lost to his grasp never to be seen again.