The Howling Wind

The Howling Wind

The howling wind took my heart away,

It tore through bone, through flesh, through name.

Whispers carved in the hollow tree’s,

A chorus of madness, a kiss of flame.

It didn’t steal; it carved the void,

Ripping the essence, piece by piece.

My pulse became its cruelest toy,

A fragile beat that begged for cease.

In its wake, the world fell still,

A graveyard of light, the sun undone.

All warmth consumed, all hope to kill,

I was a shadow before the one.

The wind, it laughed as it tore apart,

The skin from my soul, the soul from my mind.

Nothing remained, not even the heart,

Just a void where I once dared to tred.

It dragged me deep through forgotten screams,

Through the echoes of those who bled in vain.

I became a ghost in its cruelest dreams,

Bound to the dark, lost in the pain.

Now I wander where nothing grows,

A broken thing, a fading prayer.

The howling wind, it never slows.

It’s left me hollow, lost, and bare.