Winds of Consequence

Winds of consequence are blowing from our deeds....
Was it she, the one with the plastic smile,
Or me that planted these perilous seeds
Which caused our faith to defile.
Winds of consequence are knifing through our wounds....
The ache, too intense for us to withstand,
Awake we must stay, left marooned,
Sleepless and guilty upon sered land.
Winds of consequence are sweeping away our pride....
Once strong, able to stand with our peers,
Now wrong and must look in from the outside,
Our only support is regretful tears.
Winds of consequence are whispering about our ills....
To the neophyte, we have betrayed all mankind;
To knights, those that still display free will,
We restored mindsight to the blind.
Winds of consequence are swirling, filling in holes....
In the gusts, revealed is our genesis;
From dust, our story has been made whole:
It started, innocently, with but a kiss.