Dark Wind
Personification
Dark Wind
Running across the moorland
Screeching a bone-chilling howl,
A dark blast of air extends
A torn, cold limb racing through
The air as fast as a bullet
Only to whip the skin of its
Unsuspecting target.
Weaving in and between shrubs
A black figure speeds across the grass
Leaving a dreaded trail of icy death
Following close behind it.
At once, the evil being turns to face,
Shocking its prey into bitter cold abyss.
