The Wind and the Falcon Grey
At the right moment
In time,
When the wind blows
In air,
Listen closely
For the wind
Has been known
To tell tales.
I sat there
Once
On a summers day.
And I listened,
For a minute.
I heard the wind say:
As I
Am blowing
Softly now
Like I did
On this say
200 years before.
Listen closely
Hear my tale.
The tale of the Falcon Grey.
The Falcon Grey,
A pirate ship,
With a crew of fifty,
And a captain too.
Would sale the oceans
Of the world
But only if they knew…
“Aye, the wind looks fine today!”
A young sailor would cry.
As if a jinx,
I would howl
And tear the Falcon Grey.
“Abandon ship!”
The captain would shout.
But all was in vain.
I made the waves,
Bigger, stronger,
The crew would die,
Of the Falcon Grey.
Except for one,
The sailor boy,
The second-hand,
Torn down lad.
He would survive,
My unwavering wrath.
He wouldn’t perish,
Along with the rest,
He’d swim to a sandy shore,
He’d shout
A curse
To the sky.
“Hear me wind!
Listen closely!
For only once I shall say.
I will avenge
The death
Of my friends.
Someday
You will pay!”
They say
He haunts
The hallowed halls
Still cursing
The fate
Of his friends.
My tale
has ended,
But he
Still lurks.
He haunts
The hallowed halls.
The wind told me its tale.
With many a sigh,
As it timidly tore
Through the trees.
As I sat that morning
Listening to
The summer breeze.
At the right moment
In time,
When the wind blows
In air,
Listen closely
For the wind
Has been known
To tell tales.
!