write a poem about a god who is the lord of wind, and four lesser gods obey him (the four winds), he is known to have to quilties of air and wind, the emotions of one, and is invisible unless he wants to be seen, and when seen his body is made of up of sharp white condesed air,
In realms unseen, where secrets dwell,
A deity emerges, mighty and grand,
The Lord of Wind, who weaves his spell,
With powers vast, upon his command.
Cloaked in invisibility, he roams the skies,
A master of air, a lord of gales,
His form unseen to human eyes,
Yet his presence whispers in the veils.
He's born of tempests, storms, and breeze,
A god of winds, his essence untamed,
From whispering zephyrs to roaring seas,
Through each gust, the world is named.
His spirit dances on breath's gentle sigh,
Invisible threads of his power entwined,
The Four Winds obey him, none deny,
Their forces harnessed where he's assigned.
The first, a gentle touch, a caress so light,
The Zephyr, bearer of tranquility's grasp,
Bringing solace with its calming flight,
Easing troubled hearts with a gentle clasp.
The second, a tempest, fierce and wild,
The Boreas, harbinger of mighty squalls,
Bellowing gusts, each touch untamed and styled,
Unleashing chaos where his wrath befalls.
Then, from the East, the third wind appears,
The Eurus, messenger of morning's birth,
Whispering tales into attentive ears,
Bringing news and longing to the earth.
Lastly, from the South, comes the wild typhoon,
The Notus, conjurer of tropical dreams,
With fiery winds, a force to make hearts swoon,
Carrying warmth, emboldening sunbeams.
Their master, the God with quilties fierce,
Bears winds unyielding within his soul,
Emotions swirling, tempestuous and fierce,
Yet hidden underneath his ethereal role.
When the Lord of Wind decides to be seen,
A visage woven of condensed air, so bright,
A body of sharp white, where winds convene,
A celestial figure, commanding all sight.
Oh, Lord of Wind, we honor your might,
Your invisible form and tempestuous reign,
Guiding breezes through day and night,
Your mastery over air, an eternal flame.
For in your empire, the winds do abide,
Obeying commands from their invisible king,
A tapestry of air, forever intertwined,
A god whose presence is wind's wearying ring.
make it slightly short and include the god's name (Winly) and his favorite saying, "I am who, when you call, who is there? I am the wind blowing through your hair"
In realms unseen, where secrets dwell,
Resides Winly, Wind's deity esteemed,
With powers vast, his control set sail,
Embracing airs, his essence redeemed.
Invisible he wanders, his presence veiled,
Master of breezes, lord of the gales,
Adorned in wisps, white condesed air hailed,
His form emerges by his own tales.
Quilted in ethereal winds, sharp and bright,
Winly bestows power upon the Four,
Their voices echo in harmony's flight,
Obeying his call, a boundless roar.
Zephyr whispers solace, gentle embrace,
Boreas commands tempest's mighty brawl,
Eurus brings tales from distant space,
Notus spreads warmth, enchanting all.
"I am who, when you call, who is there?
I am the wind blowing through your hair,"
His favorite saying, his voice so fair,
Winly's presence, a dance in the air.
Master of winds, his essence untamed,
Emotions brewing in storms and sighs,
A god unseen until he is named,
In his invisible realm, he defies.
Oh, Winly, we honor your boundless might,
Invisible threads weaving, a celestial flame,
Guiding breezes through the day and night,
Your winds shall forever bear your name.