The autumnal Aeolian laughed in
His face, affirming the wind of
change in his particular case –
Utterly inapplicable

Undeserving – he pondered on
The compulsion for change, on the
Longing for a lone word to spread,
To smear across the empty page
Of an unsullied – uncovered –
Pamphlet

The springing Scirocco whispered
Words of their unforgiving disapproval,
Words of vanity and passages of
Pretentiousness – Oh Pooh

Unnerving – he gobbled another
Handful of God-given goodies then
Slaked his thirst; the goblet
Brimmed with the stale waters of
His long abandoned well

The summer Squall cried for
Compassion,  urged for his untold
Words to be revealed, to revel in
Their freedom from his phobia of –
All things

Unwatched – his handsome features
Described in yesteryears by others thus,
Reflections in mirrors distorted by
Greed, and misunderstood for –
Wanting

The winter Wuther dull and dreary,
A roaring request to awaken,
Unheard and unheeded
A final call to arms –
Averted

Unrelenting – the closing of doors,
Like an avoidance of life apparent,
Like a jab of juice unfilled,
A desire for anything –
Wanted

A perennial draught of guilt and
Shame, always worn on sleeves
Of silk, presented yet so rarely
Revealed, most precious though
When served in
Anger 

Elyanna, mistress of the pipes
Blow him a final note
Take him to the otherlands
Where true bliss and joy
Reside

Elyanna, mistress of the pipes
Take a leaf from the tree of life
Grind it and absorb the elixir of
Truth, thrice so thunders the
Revelations

Elyanna, mistress of the pipes
Hear the words unspoken
Convey His sacred untold lore
The divine bridge once forsaken
Lay in ruins

Elyanna, mistress of the pipes
Rebuild his broken bones
Heal his unshielded mind
Reunite the scattered pieces of
A moribund guardian of Gaia