Devil In the Desert
So many travelers in caravans have witnessed
eerie sightings of men’s bodies torn apart
and buried halfway by desert storms.
“The sands are cursed by an evil sorcerer,
who had a spells book, coated with human skin
as a book jacket,” some say in trembling whispers.
It is said that in the night of a full moon,
a beast wakes up from its slumber in the dark dimension,
and gets into the desert, changing human blood to diamonds. It is a cross-breed
of a lion and serpent; only the daylight it fears.
A prize has been put on the monster’s head,
but only the bravest assassins are daring to lead
their souls to the darkest of the dark.
A roar is all the desert’s visitors hear,
filling their souls with fear.
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