Ventus
To those whom are loved by the wind
Those who, loved by the goddess, seek
She descends with wings black and white, spread afar
All have the ability to soar the skies
Those, who have the biggest wings, fly the highest
Those, who fly the highest, fall the farthest
What love, what life, lives the flightless bird
Wings clipped, there are no dreams, no glory remains
Nothing shall forestall my return
To burn the sands, the dusk, the skies
I offer this to thee, this my silent sacrifice
Lesson 3: Destruction is a form of creation.
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