Of the Wind and Rain
An undisturbed terrace lies secret in a jungle
In the middle is an odd terrafirma.
Undisturbed it may be,
But only from
Intrusion of mortal humankind.
For on any day a terrible terrestrial ran may tear through
The rain carrying raging demons of the air
Bustling, brushing, whipping, whistling
To the terrafirma awaiting for life.
Chanting, dancing, screaming, prancing
Spinning away on the pulsing terrafirma.
Demonic birthing replacing those dead.
Jumping, thumping, spinning, howling
Laughter echoing between the hills.
Then in a flurry of wings they
Rage through the air.
Spinning, swinging, dizzy with glee.
Storms, cyclones tornadoes reaping
The earth as if reaping wheat.
Food, destruction, destruction, food,
Fear, sadness, frustration, death.
All these are forged by demonic air.
After all, one must feast to survive.
