Mystery Rides The Wind
Her name was hidden for iniquity.
It’s the ancient knowledge of the wolves.
Identify her and you will see.
She will come, like a devil on hooves.
She is a mystery to the common man.
Coming from an unknown source.
Good or evil, none know her plan..
To see her is a rarity, of course.
The colors that dance on her dress.
Can hypnotize one into a coma.
As she whirls one can only guess.
What magic it will show ya.
Don’t fall in love with her.
You will travel to the clouds on far.
You will be her slave, for sure.
Taken to a land beyond the stars.
Your fate then would be unknown.
None know them, or what they are?
Do you really want to be shown?
Leave her a mystery who rides the wind.
Do not try to pry into her world.
You may end up losing your skin.
Neither angel nor fairy, she is no herald.
What she brings should be left alone.
It is not for mortal man to know.
I hope that you are never shown.
Your existence here will be a no show.
—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)