Water's Death

A short poem.

Water sighed and shed a tear,
always controlled by wind's fear,
a frightening love, a growing hatred,
for this wind who knows the sacred,
Wind makes her powerful but controls her feelings,
she bows to his strength and cowers to fire's jeerings,
yet darkness creeps around the gate,
should she try to escape,
she flows away and dies,
was it better to just be alive?