THE WIND
(inspired by Robert Jordon's Wheel of Time)

Zymyre begins a light hearted tune, each of his hands
tapping rapidly at the drum set that rests on his knees.
Zymyre begins the song:

	It's the wind that blows across the field
	The wind that whispers of my death
	It's the wind that heals all blood i've bled
	The wind that grants my every breath

Zymyre shifts his feet slightly so he can play better.

	A fighter knows the worth of wind
	Its cold will stop the bleeding
	A fighter knows the worth of wind
	Its birds a supple feeding

	A worship to the wind, I pray
	Will touch my skin in many a day
	For when its kiss my scars do lack
	My life is gone, to never be back

Zymyre's hands seem to randomly fly from drum to drum,
but the music never breaks rhythm.

	A warrior knows the worth of wind
	That wakes his head with enemy scent
	A warrior knows the worth of wind
	His prayers of thanks must never relent

Zymyre is breathing heavily but he continues relentlessly,
his voice radiating in a beautiful tenor.

	And while the wind is ever so high
	Our banners will forever fly
	But when the wind blows deathly low
	From deadman's blood the grass will grow

	A fighter knows the worth of wind
	The only justice in this land
	A fighter knows the worth of wind
	So now, good warrior, stay your hand

	If your life is all you'll ever hold
	Let yourself just once be told
	That sure as the shadows come at night
	Wind will blow come morning light

Zymyre proceeds into the next verse with barely a pause,
his voice light and alluring.

	A warrior knows the worth of wind
	That stalks the villain to pursue
	A warrior knows the worth of wind
	The wind's a blessing that's come true

Zymyre approaches the last verse with a renewed vigor.

	Some warriors know of Trolloc blood
	Others ride horses through the mud
	Then some know Darkness, sold and sinned
	But all the warriors know the wind

Zymyre stops beating on the drum set, the music peacefully
echoing for several minutes before being carried away by the wind.