Swift 
He slides on the whispers of time
A ghost 'midst the hollows
Beyond the climb
The forest bends to his howl in flight
A warning borne on the edge of the night

Baal
Daemon of the wind
He roars
Echoes breaking through the elder oaks’ cores
Listen close
Feel his tempest sway—
He's the herald of skies gone astray

Clouds twist in turmoil
His breath takes hold
The air grows thick
Painted gray and cold
Paths erased where his fingers glide
No place to hide from the gusting tide

The flute sings low
A mournful plea
Drums roll deep like an ancient sea
Baal dances over the crag and stone
A force unseen yet deeply known

Baal
Daemon of the wind
He roars
Echoes breaking through the elder oaks’ cores
Listen close
Feel his tempest sway—
He's the herald of skies gone astray

Through fleeting air
His secrets dwell
A muse
A bane
Between heaven and hell
With every breath
A story unfolds
Baal shapes the winds
Fierce and uncontrolled

Ba'al (The Daemon of the Wind)

Dôjo