Of Winds and Sand - Elvellon

I dearly miss this wind

Stroked my skin long ago

It lent me air to breath

And brought me precious memories

As the wind moved on I was left behind

Hail to the king of thieves

The taker and creator

Turn the hourglass just three times

And watch the world decay

Once my well ran dry

The wasteland closed in on me

Sand has devoured this site

And forced me to stray

Two turns are done

The last grain’s falling down

The wind will blow again

And carry me along