Black Wind




I. The sad spirit of darkness


Have you ever heard
His howling in the dead of night?
Have you ever seen
His obscure wrap, covering the starlit sky ?
Have you ever felt
His cold embrace, so tearful and delicate?

He is the Black Wind
Radical Painkiller of gloom
Newborn on the thirteenth stroke of midnight
Eternal vagrant, seer of bygone days
Singing the rhymes of a tragic tale

Always wandering throughout hazy land
Blessing the children and offering the dying
His last present
A bunch of deadly nightshades

He walks alone on an oblivion path
Longing for the last breath of twilight
He cries alone under a sad moonrise
Bleeding heart filling the poets’ verses
With passion and harmony

Forgotten minstrel, he roams from land to land
To play his swansong on a harp
Made of a dew-spangled cobweb

Sending wishes to heaven
Blowing out candles in his mighty flight
He weeps for his lost love and for his broken hopes
And sinks his burning pain in the icy waters
Of a sorrow lake

Suffering for his aching scars
Which can only be healed by the purest love
Of a cursed princess

   Spreading his shadow wings
He soars away to the heights
Waltzing with thunder and hunting with eagles
And on, and on, and on, the endless dance carries on
Slaying the pain
And bringing the rain…

Rain of a thousand vacant thoughts
Forever the Black Wind will be searching for thee…