Smell of wind

The beast rang its bell,

Clouds are forming,

And I stared

At the blank canvas.

Mortified I was,

Yet calm in my mind,

Felt as thunder looming in,

Slowly, I felt fear.

Fear of the dark

With no hope of lights,

Yet there is a fragrance,

Wait, a smell, a smell of fragrance.

You and I,

Not so different,

Yet as old as one old wine,

Wait, it's definitely a smell, a smell of wind.