There's an east wind coming,
It's riding on the back of time and is patient.
Everyone is terrified that it will come
before they're ready,
That it will take what the hold on to most.
They struggle to forget her name,
how her voice sounds on the wind.
Generations ago they were told
to expect her song as a herald that
brings everything wrong with the world.
She does not tell her secrets
or whisper her thoughts,
yet you will know them
by the pricking of your fingertips,
by the hackles raised on your neck.
They cannot forget her
though they have never tasted her on the wind,
they cannot obliviate her from their minds,
but they have not seen her face.
The east wind is known by the history
she leaves behind,
by the mysteries she hides
and by the single purpose
that presides on her wings.
Eurus brings the change,
and with it comes the fear.
When you sense the tide is different,
and the moon doesn't wax and wane the same,
you will know she's near.
SK
