I Am the Wind

I Am the Wind

By: Solo Noraneko

On the Wind the Seeds of Contempt are borne,

The soldiers march on, their willpower torn.

On the Wind the cries of the victims are heard,

The battle rages on, meaningless and absurd.

I am the Wind,

Who screams over the battlefield,

Who howls in the hearts of Soldiers,

Forever marching on.