Wind Dreams

A gust of wind, 
                          blowing away,
                        I watch as all the leaves decay.
                       Gently howling and messing your hair,
                               I watch as the world falls into despair.
                              Chilling your bones and turning your face white,
                          there is no longer a sorce of light.
                            I blow and howl, 
                           I am a wolf on the prowl.
                        Sharp but painless,its winter you guess.
                           Your greatest fears, 
                              ringing in your ears.
                               Gently dying, 
                            you feel like crying.
                        I gently float, 
                  you make a note.
                    Cursing under your breath, sounds of death
              Send your prayers, 
                 because no-one cares.