Wind

It comes in soft whispers and gentle moans
Mariah and sisters, hear their creaking bones
The panting and deepening of their sigh
Distant ranting and weeping, a forlorn cry

Waves of mounting torment in screams bewail
Rage long dormant from heaving breast to rail
Rooted trees give way to its brutal force
Bringing old giants to their knees in its course

In obeisance all creation does bow 
Satan's breath blows destination to its plough
Those that won't kneel, beheaded all the proud
Sickle of breathy steel wielded by a cloud

Devastation's wake grieves, prostate in shame
In peace she leaves as silently as came