I am (Original Poem)

Wallop, wallop the wavy wind breathes
Neh! Howls the wind
Breath that drives daggers ahoy
Begging the benign self to stay

Hollow sounds the fall of mesh
Trapping peasants in its wake
Taking prisoners to gallows
As a pitiful self waits for death

Squandering many of wits
Out comes the peering of aptitude
For bravely takes no prisoners
Astute the narrowest of pavements

Stomp, the match of the daring
A new self formed
Sheathing layers intact
Shielded, the blade of life
I am