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Aquilo Sugar Skull Bead- Antique Rhodium Plated

• 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