Swirls round and round
Taking the leaves for a ride
And making trees bend under it's might
When it's late at night
And all the lights are out
The wind howls
Like a banshee outside
Making my windowpanes rattle
Making me want to cover myself with a quilt
To take away my fear
The wind is cunning
It knows how to frighten people
More potently than Frankenstein's monster
The wind is blowing steadily and surely
But it is not a sailor's friend
It is a tempest
Mighty and to be reckoned with
The wind is coming for you next
Run
The Bilge Master
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