The Fable the Wind Blows

A white marble table

With blood-shaded veins

Had me see our fable

A survivor of thunderous rains.

A story of companionship

That endures through time,

A touch of a lip

Made me want you to be mine.

There once was a jackal

That from the desert moved

Away from the burning shackle

To a land of feelings nude.

The jackal met a weasel,

So tiny and fragile,

And unlikely as it may seem

They ignited a lethal fire.

Thus History was written

On the alb glowing snonws.

The ices shan't forget

The love the wind blows.