The Aquilo Skull Story

Aquilo - The North Wind

I am the cold wind from the North

The death of the sun makes me move forth

I beat down the tops of mountains and grind them to dust.

Destroying the wicked along with the just

I drive the snow and the rain

Meting out life and pain

A force to lay waste to all in my sight

Freezing the air in the dead of the night

A peaceful trade winds blows from the west

Guiding ships to their final rest

I smash up their hulls

And leave their crews as food for the gulls


Mike Searson