Αιολος

Clearly, primeval Aeolus is
in the foulest of his many
irascible moods. It is his
ill-tempered winds that bode
no good for man nor beast
exposed to their powerfully
malicious black moods. From
the frozen, snow-swept wastes
of scintillating and deadly
Antarctica whose ice and
frozen depths make common
cause with wretched winds,
to the boreal forests, wide prairies
and cities of Canada, winter's
grip has been clamped tight.
Fierce winds creeping deadly
daggers of death upon the
unprepared and so very
profoundly unfortunate.