Chapter 1 - Wind

Wind.

Music flowing from within,

Caught by the thorns,

Bleeding, screaming out in pain.

Longing to be set free.

But no one hears its feeble cry,

So no one comes to save it.

So it lays down its head,

And whispers a final plea:

To never forget the sound,

The sweet voices of long ago.

The ones long dead…

Do not forget them…

Or you in turn shall be forgotten.

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