The call came through the wind.
A breeze that did not cool,
And did not soothe.
It Awoke a fire within,
Choking on ashes of words unsaid.
"How do I make it stop?" I asked.
Release the words clenched upon your soul,
Aimed only to stain your spirit.
Make of these woes true magnificence,
A beauty so pure they evaporate.
May your magic be feared in the most reverent way.