I am a tornado
reaching to Aether.
Hands made of glass
and howling creatures.
A slave to your winds
Your whims are my way
Although I'm uncertain
My direction won't change

I am surely a danger,
But you seem unfazed.
With canines of diamonds
You spare me your grace.
My lust is for loving
Your reaching my way
Your sapphire iris
Has pierced through my grey

Tell me, oh Goddess
As you rule o'er this plain
Why me you beckon
A product of rain
Your motions permitting
Assuming they're true
Make these winds blow West
and guide me to you