Kintla Flatlands [m] so please don't take me for no fool

Mine. Mine. Mine.
The verse sings, striking cords harsh and off-key, yet so beautifully put within the hum of Zephyr’s own. He drives forth, greedy in his passions as he noses along with a rumble sounding in his throat.
Just as he strikes pass, to step a closer, the ghost glides from his grasp. At first, his heart sinks, and then, he recognizes the mischief in silver eyes. Wicked grin creeps across his face, Kratos powers after.