A gentle rustling assents

to gusts of fury south and west

Foretelling of the nearing guest

of rapture and of doom forlorn



Behold the streams, the undesired

Beneath the shadow of his wings

Descending in his silent power

Majestic being the tempest brings



The desert sands may bury deep

Enigmas that were once to keep

But true to legend past engraved

Continueth the search for prey



Behold the streams, the undesired

Beneath the shadow of his wings

Descending in his silent power

As guard, as executioner



As dew bites dust to bitter end

And ivy breathes its deadly breath

The roving minstrel, troubadour

Intones his eastern song of yore



Behold the streams, the undesired

Beneath the shadow of his wings

Descending in his silent power

A grinning child in wretchedness



An aria of howling pain

An ode to torment and distress

A grip that holds beyond demise

An empty stillness in his eye



From whirling sands and heightened sun

To heightened moon and gusts of wind

As guard, as executioner

Beneath the shadow of his wings