“ The Fate ” ~ of a dying wind ~

If you hear

The sound of me,

You’ll discern

The wind I be,

As I expand

My fleeting

Helix spree,

Thus you’ll hear

The ireful tale,

Wants express

My indignation,

Though in excess

Of any disguise,

To echo best

A woeful tale,

That so bemoans

The boding fate

Of a dying wind!