A wind does flutter in
a wispy winter wing
too light, so big a breath
a way up high

a slicing gale comes in
a fearsome howl chiming
a blink, but nothing else
to show this thing
had left itself

Little sparrow
get
LOUD
Supernatural

whimpers, sighs, are never muttered
One of these things is not like the other
LOUD
Supernatural

a steadfast starling calls
a glitter lights her claws
her gaze
a frosty blaze
a fire within

thorny wind turn into tiger
all the fields a blistered bluster
ships that sail on painted wind
bring you fields alight
her fire within

This is a giantess
you hear it in her song.
Fallen Crest,
You'll Find No Rest.
her song, her song, her song

LOUD
Supernatural.
whimpered sighs are never muttered
one of these things is not like the other
LOUD
Supernatural.