• A dreary breeze belows over rolling fields,
    Its howling is sinister, like 1ooo screams
    It foretells ominous events.
    It whips My head in the other direction,
    Haulting My ambitions
    Its cold, lifeless
    It stings like 1ooo needles
    It howls, I shudder
    The sky is black,
    I turn my head back,
    Continuing My ambitions
    Walking away from that dreadful sound,
    That dreadfully dreary breese,
    Leaving that desolate place
    To continue my ambitions.