Poem title The Ill Winds that Blew Written by Errant Angel Date The Middle of September B l a d e A harsh wind billows through my home so that even in rare molments of warmth all I can concieve is the assailing cold which will undoubtedly follow Each turbulant breeze brings a more oppresive snow and I begin to see the roof s collapse I know if it falls I will be born again a demonic shade of what I once was With ice for a heart and chilled water for blood I ll hate what I ve become So I pray that through some slight movement of the divine the clouds might break and the sun might shine again