'Song Of The Winds'

Hark, doest thou not feel it, a chill stir in the air,
A slightest wave of movement, as if it is not truly there.
Can ye nae feel that which is coming ore the horizon;s rise,
A moaning low, the voice of shadows whispering to themselves of a demise.
The reaping of a whirlwind that not till now has mortal man ever seen
Nor could ever describe is what justice comes from sister to sister in between.
Powers are joining, sisters calling from one to the other, carried on winds higher
the wind whips now the meadows, petals are falling from early summer flowers,
Clouds of fluffy white begin to shimmer in terror away and subside
The rays of the sun begin to slink away, it holds not the strength to match these cries
Hear ye not the voice on the wind, calling for a kumpani, a sister of bonding,
A joining once begun that thee be nae one that can stop what it is now in each pounding
Power of an ancient calls to power of another, blood throbs in veins of both fast
Passion of a kind now that would make a lion cower to his den as it pasts,
Oh now comes the true fever of the two joined, blood calls to blood
A brother then another hears and now to the two raises their voices calling down the judgment flood.
"Hear me those that would step on a sister I call closer than my sire.
Fear me those that have wounded any part of her, be it her, child or just her ardent desire.
Know that I come, a sister that you will never see, till the claws of my paws rake a red line
Down the cowardice back of thee, a line that I shall take pleasure in licking to your spine.
Did you think you could play your games for an eternity of eternities?
Did you think that you were the most powerful, oh how childish ye have been dreaming.
Ye shall nae know the hour, the moment the second that we shall come as we plan
But come we do, for we have been shamed by your actions as an immortal from clan to clan.
You have thought that you could beg for forgiveness and be excused.
Foolish one, did you think the ancient ones would be so easily amused?
See thee now the very crack of the now black sky with streaks of light?
Hear ye now the very roar of what others may call thunder but is our fury at your slight?
To late, too late, you have turned from your ways,
You sealed your fate the last time you lied today."