West winds

West winds blow hope throughout 
the west lands of freedom.
In escaping the devils neck crank.
Am I now the batman and not the joker?
In a soprano high notes battle, she touched 
me with divinity at the foot of mount Zion,
that I am now brave enough to climb.
As a child of the creator
I hunted those words of value.
So if she's the beauty
I must undoubtedly be the beast
she civilized.