WIND'S PUZZLE

Puzzle of the wind,

What could it truly mean?

Did I read a line wrong, or was I unseen?

My lament, I wish it's carried

To the couch, where it can be buried—

To rest, to sleep forevermore.

I want to build the present, explore

With you, my brothers, dear and true,

Dedicated to tearing through

A thousand mirrors, all the load,

Of masks that you once wore in code.

Now that you're cleaned, so neat,

The mascara still drips, incomplete.

Your teeth, they've yellowed with time,

Not letting me speak, a silent crime,

For centuries long, I could not say,

Now my body is mine, I'll relay

True feelings that stir deep inside.

But if you seek repentance, wide,

Know that it will not come to pass,

My reign will last—

This is my only certainty,

This is my purest beauty.

All will be set right,

If we speak with honesty, in the light,

Just as I speak now, confined,

In a room, like a nun, aligned

To a cloister that does not exist.

I fear the people's twist.

I fear to die,

Before I can finish, and say goodbye

To what is my present life.

I am Lucifer, the one who's strife.