Nomad

rider on the deviled dust. Solitude, is what you trust in most. Have you no warmth for mankind I hope that what you are looking for you find. A mystery inside. Out on the desert plains. From the world you hide away. In this blighted place Where the demon djinn whisper on the wind. Where self sacrifice is destined to do you in. Where good advice comes from only you and yours. Of sense and memory each day trys to erode. Each action solemn in this death dance. Fortune, fleeting like the sands through your hand. To God in your prayers and penance. Is a gratitude, still, and you smile of it. As your blood works to cool your brain. Busy miraging over the sand veins, at the carrion, in wait. As they circle in patience amongst the dunes. For your martyrdom, as you search for the rains due. A wraith in a barren wasteland. Surveying your sparkling kingdom. Thinking anew of the multitudes, who will never weigh true. The sands upon the scales of freedom.