Relentless Zephyr.

Suffused in a crimson flood amidst pale, still faces,

I danced amongst a relentless zephyr.


A presto of odourless vapours in symphony with the wind,

Composed of silent roars began to settle me in.

Whispering hymns that left life lingering, I led my own requiem.


Softly inhaled cloud motifs, rhythmic in numbers,

Sheltered my lungs and swallowed me whole.

I waltzed in crystal clear flames before the final curtain call.


Lyrics that spun melodies of a trembling ballad,

Deafened cries of a village petrified,

As spring welcomed songs of genocide.