Lydia

A fire:

I will take everything

You ever loved

And burn it to the ground.

A wind:

I will whip these ashes around you,

Taunting you with memories lost,

Then scatter them to the four corners of the earth-

Farther even-

Out of your reach.

A stormy sea:

I will drown the remains

But keep you afloat

To weep in bitterness

At cruelest fate.