A Spirit’s Monologue

I Spirit speak, assert this solemn night detaching myself from the other Spirit crowds, do hereby speak, assert: 'I am the Spirit that because of the sad heart rose from the ashes yesterday and airing me as with a wand a tempest brought upon the woods just outside of Floriana going to Msida. I brought the chill that then extended blowing Zephyr-like to old Valletta How frosty the streets grew trembled the lights of the old lamps romantic trembled the starlight over Floriana and Valletta but not the stars. Then not content I brought the heavy clouds placed them over Floriana and then old Valletta and unfurled the edges of the fleecy clouds how many drizzles fell that joining in a cumulus as in Fibonacci numbers grew and grew and brought rains that thundered on the streets and bent the heads of trees made the boughs tremble and the leaves turn yellow. hOur after hour passed: I brought the thunder the lightning rose from over the Port coming and going. And those were times And those I did in centuries of past Still do will do in centuries to come For Beauty's sake And the Sub-conscious. No Dawn stood in the way. Continued the tempest that I held as puppet on a string thundering lightning and raining. No less the chill, the frost. But alack! Dawn at last with her fiery entourage on the distant horizon appearing stopped I and slid as fast clouds glide over the turbid heavens. And those were times And those I did in centuries of past Still do will do in centuries to come For Beauty's sake And the Sub-conscious.