the fortress and the wind

an invincible fortress
his sanity reigns
over heart, soul, and spirit
secure his mind stands
no mere mortal's strength
can bend the high walls
neither iron nor fire
can cause them to fall

his intelligence sits on the throne of good will
but her voice is the wind; it never is still

her song is the breeze that makes the flags flutter
her dance is the storm that makes the ground mutter
her melodies wrap 'round the stones of the walls
though ever unbending, they answer her calls

the foundation trembles, though the fortress stands fast
its gates are locked tightly; but how long will they last?
the iron chains creak as the wind rushes past
they resist the allure of the spell she has cast

in the midst of the thunder, her own ruler stands
unaware of the war she began with her dance
her mindset is empty, aloof, and above
she is cunning as snakes and as gentle as doves

the fortress is bold in the face of assault
while the dancer looks elsewhere, unaware of her fault
imperfect and blind, yet her beauty is great
perhaps greater than that of the fortress' gate

the storm rages fiercer, devoid of intentions
it knows nought of the whispery goals the wind mentions
the breeze, oh-so-softly caressing the door
is driven by whim; nothing less, nothing more

the cause of the war is obscured and unseen
her soul is not evil- never tempted by sin
his pride is not great; peace is all he desires
but he defends himself not against iron or fire

his bane is her song, though his wish is her will
though he moves with the wind, his ruler is still
a second war waged, in the heart of the stone
will eventually triumph o'er king, crown, and throne

her breeze will retreat; her wind will fall back
the storm will surrender its will to attack
but as the ground stills, in the midst of the quiet
another sound rises: a clamorous riot
it ruins what's left of the fortress of rock
his walls are destroyed; every chain, every block
her victory, gained through no effort of hers,
is unchallenged; but a single man mumbles and stirs

the ruler, once strong, has lost crown, throne, and will
his wish is to serve her with desire unchecked
his once mighty kingdom has fallen to dust
his unfailing devotion, she does not expect
her surprise is sincere; her apology, true
she knew not how strongly her fickle breeze blew
no permission she gave for the wind's thoughtless acts
her storm, like her dance, all impurity lacks

her spirit is strong, her fury is hidden
by her simplest thought, is the strong fortress bidden
to abandon its strength, no resistance to give
to surrender its heart and desire to live