The Destroyer

The destroyer
I am of the wind
A wisp of the battering wind

I trail my fingers along the alps
And an avalanche falls in my wake
I feel in my quivering length
When it buries the hamlet beneath

I hurriedly sweep aside
The cities that clutter our path
As we whirl about the circle of the globe
As we tear at the pillars of the world
Open to the wind
The destroyer!
The wind that is battering at your gates