The Winds of Zekreet
Near wind-swept mountains far and wide
past rocky outcrops either side
beyond shallow beaches and rolling tide
lies a hidden place where I reside.
Concealed within a precarious cave
where few have ever ventured save
some curious souls who crossed my path
only to balk and flee my wrath.
Their machines of metal clang and roar
they irk my essence and stain my shores
vibrations shake the concrete floors
that surely were not there before
Though in this prison I remain
each crack and crevice knows my rage
from all these years I’ve been estranged
forgotten, lost, inside my cage
But what is this? I hear a voice
Who makes this sound? Who makes this noise?
Who dares to venture in my cove?
A plot I craft for my approach.
I push away the inner wall
sweep past the cracks and breach the hall.
Stealthy, swift, I heed his call
His voice is one I do recall.
A friend was he, from long ago.
Through lands we traveled high and low.
A jinn of warmth, a wind of cold
our friendship never bore a toll.
Until the woman whom he eyed
agreed that she’d become his bride.
Smitten then, he left my side
and chose to live another life.
He feels the strength of my righteous storm
his family cowers beneath my scorn.
I pin him down with all my might.
Though strong, I know, he does not fight.
“Welcome,” sounding unperturbed,
though trembling shows he is disturbed.
“Release your grip. There’s much to tell
About the world beyond your cell.”
I pull my power back a fraction,
his family breathes at my retraction.
The wife I loathed for many years,
makes space for me, despite her fear.
My power curls into something small.
No different than a spinning ball.
The children are still scared of me.
Though I refuse to pay them heed
their father is he who beckoned me.
It’s his attention that I seek.
“This story I have promised you.
You must believe, is very true.
Our kin of the jinn speak of a crown
To whom the world has finally bowed.”
“What crown?” I bellow, loud as thunder.
The children hide beside their mother.
“You cannot speak such blasphemy.
There’s just one Crown we know to be.”
He holds his hands as if to say
“I’d like to finish, if I may.”
Although I feel myself enraged
my temper, for now, remains assuaged.
“The Crown belongs to the only One
Whom we all know controls the sun,
The moon, the planets, and all throughout
It is His power. We do not doubt.
It’s those other creatures, I’m sure you know,
that have forgotten Him and let Him go.
They wander aimless in their lives.
Worship? They say there is no time.
And so the One has shown His might
a virus well beyond their sight.
It’s nothing, they thought, a troublesome blight.
It will go away. It will be alright.
A cure, perhaps, will come to brew.
For now, there’s nothing more to do.
They cannot hope to trap its power
and so they stay inside and cower.
“Alas, my friend.” He looks at me.
“Our time has come to move with ease.
I know that I abandoned you.
I know of what I put you through.
I ask for your forgiveness now.
To be your friend, if you allow.
Our journeys I have sorely missed
The joy, the fun, I’ve reminisced.”
So let us travel through the night
that Our Lord decreed has been our right.
Unbind yourself, release your chain
the time has come for nature’s reign.
No longer hampered by the sound
of concrete drilling in the ground.
Of dirt bikes plowing through the sand,
of oil billowing in the land.
Is this true? Can this really be?
Can the northern wind be truly free?
I hesitate and then I shift
into a form to travel swift.
If this is true, then I must see
the world for what it’s meant to be.
A world where nature runs its course
where winds can truly use their force.
I move, I breathe, I dance with ease
the warmth my friend gives balances me.
This time my Lord has given me
to travel now so easily.
The right to move that He allows.
I bow and humble before His Crown.