Honor's Lament (Introduction)

The sky is crimson blue,
The moon follows suite at its whole.

There is no breeze,
I generate the moving air.

I become the Night,
The Night becomes me.

I become that which the women had told the daughters to fear,
The thing that clatters over our roofs at night

But I do not clatter,
I am the wind. I am the Dark.

I snap his neck in one motion. It was fluid. Pure liquid.
It was Art.
I felt no pride, but I felt no anguish.
It was done,
And therefore I was gone.

I lapse back into the Dark.
I let it envelope me, and disappear into the night.

I am the wind.