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