The winds of fate

The winds of fate, they fluctuate with ease,

Whipping up a storm, a wild, dark tease.

Ominous clouds gather, a howl in the air,

As the tempest’s fury, my heart doth share.

The wind’s fierce whispers, a primal scream,

Echoing through the void, a haunting dream.

The darkness deepens, a sense of foreboding creeps,

As the wildness within me, my soul does keep.

The howl of the wind, a call to the brave,

A summons to face the unknown, the dark, and the wave.

For in its fury, I find a strange reprieve,

A reminder that even in chaos, I can breathe.

The wind’s whip-like lashes, they cut and they sting,

But in its wildness, I find a beauty that clings.

For in the heart of the storm, I find my peace,

A sense of release, a world to cease.

So let the winds of fate, fluctuate and roar,

For in their wildness, I find my soul’s core.

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