Keeper of Sand
Silent stillness moves
swimming upon backs of dunes
tracking purpose across currents
of time.
Sampling air
spilled from hunted lungs
fates final dance
upon trails
left by fleeing flesh.
Only the wind is a witness
to natures commands
for nomadic keeper of sand
with eyes screaming death
over muted tongue
coarse skin coiling – striking
the deed is done.
Blood moon rises
revealing
a haunt of shadows
next prey
on the run.
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