Fierce Winds


T was on a sojourn, many miles Id gone,  
Low xanthene sky of pink and bluish red.  
And heard the zephyrs xylophone in song,  
When Id arrive neath Xanadus sunrise.  

Wrapped in a flowing xanthic saffron robe,  
While on a ladened Xebec sailing ship.  
I looked across the prow at dawns first strobe,  
The thrill against my heaving xiphiod!  

Six members of the Xaverian sect;  
An order of their brotherhood by birth.  
Were on their way to witness for the Church,  
To convert souls to raise them from the dirt.  

It wasnt meant to be a merry band,  
They strained to know about the new old world.  
To wander through a strange and mistic land,  
And look a naked savage in the eye.  

And yet in spite, wed all heard tell the tales;  
Of how ingenious, cultured, good and pure.  
Now there we stood - the savages prevail  
What did we have of theirs in which to lure?  

The missionaries came to study them,
These people mythical that lived so long.  
Who tilled, turned & gathered lightheartedly,  
Harvesting children each day with a song.  

Excelled in the making and uses of
Xylene for the industry of printing.  
And their exquisite abilities in
the Teak-crafting art of xylography.  

But I hoped to learn how, scant amounts of
Xenon in the thin atmosphere, supplied  
Light for their nights in a valley fringed by
Snowbound mountains that held back...  

...t h e f i e r c e   w i n d s
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 20th Oct 2019
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For The Letter X.
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