Forewarning.

Often wind whispers and calls my name,

Filling me with fear of the dreaded halt

I frown back and tell death to wait

The wind cackles and sighs ignoring my case,

'But for now it's not coming your way,

It's just a reminder for you to be played

Because when it will come all will stay

You won't even get a chance to complain

Beware is all it wants to say

For there is an eternity past these days.'

Momina.