Trifle the Centipede

Where are you? I’m at the crack of dawn, shrilling brightly
My limbs jump with the wind, caressing the air gently, though much was lost in time
But all of the sudden, a creature called as if a man, so bare, a bear he had mauled
Shudders in the sod, for I have been called, called for a reason and called for a dare
Rushing was the wind and so was I, slicing in the ground was I one at a time, crying for more and crying for rhyme, trying to let me be there on time
The lights bursted in the sky, sending sparks to cry, crying for more and crying for gore, the lights were crying evermore.