Moans the wind “I want, I want”
Through the trees in the dark of night
It draws its’ greedy fingernails
Down my spine as I try to write.
“I want, I want,” the wind moans
Around my house like a petulant child
It seeps into my troubled dreams
While outside the night turns wild.
“I want, I want,” moans the wind
Like a bleak nightmarish thing
And wraps its frigid fingers ’round me
To carry off on Deaths black wing.