The Sandy Storm

I Even in this crypt, me soul wait no longer! Its crest burnt- The Eagle velt; born of virtue, Less corruptible, grieve in its lounge thirst! The Sandy Storm. A day without rain calls the storm Within the crypt, the souless wails! Whose charming flutes shall calm these? Shall David's songs enrich souls or mar? The sandy storm. Crypts; a taboo for soul- full, Lest, I began wailing - for, Its greatness, lies thereof Shadows crested our flags, whirling winds; A shiver to our darling hearts. Minted coins; blood of aztec! Crypts' song; livens the sandy storm From the soulless; born of the velt. Wielded by the sonorous Adored by the mightiest, On whose fax, shall its shadow run? The sandy storm. Raging as its neon star; shining in its darkening path! Our lonely night, a walk for the craving crow. Shall friends be foe! Shall mothers be lovers! Never! II The sandy storm; the spirits journey, The sandy storn; an over- comed threshold! Obeisance; a joy which gladdens my hold. I'll hold the fort, high steamed, with bellows of men. Let no velt be built - for the velt; a shadow of history! Shadow of history, in hearts, it lives. On the path to Nile, The journey of breath, Shall I rest my bossom The velt once born, the velt once taken, the velt once - The Sandy Storm