Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 The Devil's Wind

An old worn windmill I do be

Near town of Minnesota Lake.

Dutch miller Shastag did build me.

He thought the devil he did make.

For a while he allowed me to

Blow with the wind and grind the grain,

Just as he had built me to do.

But he thought I drove him insane.

He boarded me up, shut me down,

Let me fall into disrepair.

And old Shastag moved into town.

But one last moment we did share.

I dropped a blade and smashed his head.

This devil struck old Shastag dead.