Sah'raa
A lone set of hoof prints
Caked in the hot loose sand
Stretching through the million dunes
Of a desert with no end
A wind blowing fire and sand
Into the eyes of men
Blurring the forms of a weary horse
And its wearier rider
A black veiled shadow
With eyes of black stone
Fighting a losing battle with the sun
And the pain of poison
A treasure that slept in a woman's womb
biding its time till release
Twisting allegiance and loyalty
At the cost of her royal blood
A fire burning black and bright
Through narrowed obsidian eyes
She looked back one last time
At the mirage she'd left behind
1 comment:
flashing swords and gypsies in colourful skirts and fires around which pple are playin the banjo.....well thats wat came to my mind...and a royal conspiracy and a prophecy and an extraordinary baby who will save the world....didnt make sense? never mind...nice one
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