I feel the presence in my head -
my sunny disposition dissolved-
I look across the sky and dread,
the clouds that loomed and hid,
the shining pale face I loved.
I feel the pressing winds of change,
run quickly now,
get out of range,
don't be swept away.
How powerful these winds were,
that took me up,
and away from her.
Now I am doomed to this place,
forever being the only of my race.
Even the presence has gone.