Beating at the world, forcefully but with meaning.
A message it whispers as its rage brings the seas above.
The wind knew the fate of the times, the fate of the creatures.
The wind wanted to stop it all, all from ending too soon.
But the strength was uncontrollable as it made cyclones sing.
The wind hollowed at its feet, the lands now barren.
"It wasn't supposed to end this way, If only I wasn't so careless!"
Then it all stops, resting, dead silence fills the air.
The wind disappears; nothing is left in this world of solitude.