Why must I know how fast this wind will move?
Whether it pushes me back or knocks me on my bottom
Whether it cradles my wings or batters my frawns
I will break, I will fall, I will tremble, I will tumble

Peace be to this sun that singes my skin
Nature's morning punishment to my whimsical whims
And curse the moon and its distant stars
The backdrop of dreamer's dreams farther than afar

A novel of which you only need read once
With a terrifying end that fails to forget
The sorrowful eyes never traverse the pages t o the end
They instead stand damp and still in hope

Hope that a heroic sequel to this story will one day begin.