The Vengeance of the Zephyr

(A Warning to *Them*)

Deity: Deo or Diablo; Wind: Breeze or Tornado!

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When you hear a mild, shy 
Zephyr flittering by,
Vex him not wi’ who and why,
Let him flit and let him fly—
Another puff, another sigh,
Zephyr will get spent and die!

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     But should ye churn to mirk,
          A harmless little wind,
     Y’may flip some fateful quirk,
          And surely ye’ll have sin’d:
     For, oh, what Storms may a-lurk 
          In Zephyr churn’d and spinn’d?

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So stay thy arm from evil work,
Incessant plotting, shun and shirk;
      Still, all the ill-will that tha’s ginn’d,
      May reap thee yet— lo: The Whirlwind!