The wind was a haunting ghost,
It comes and goes and comes again,
It races past you and you get a spine tingling shiver down your back.
It flaps its wings and sends a giant gush of air against you,
Suddenly there is an epic battle
between you and the violent wind,
A god gives out a powerful blow.
Gods start to fight,
Dead autumn leaves scatter,
And they collapse gently on the hard, dusty pavement.
It was a blowing fan,
Increasing speed at a deadly rate,
It gets faster, and faster, and faster…