The wind of Eurydice.

The wind of Eurydice. In the mountains that border the Black Seawe don't believe beauty and powerare the possessions of gods we can't seewho rule from their heavenly towerweaving our destiny like a disease.In earth, plants, beasts, water, sun, and starswe recognize a single energythat incarnates in infinite colors.Because we trust the senses, they are keen,so keen we sense the outside world inside.When Eurydice died, I traveled withinnot below as mythmakers have lied.Though I chanted to keep her elements,when eagles flew from the trees, her wind went.