Sand

Across the burning sands come the echoes of wars long past and the tastes of battles yet to come, the sand is wet with the blood of many warriors brave and true, I touch the sand hot and dry no trace of the lives lost the brothers and sisters left beneath it, the sand waits for its time to claim more blood and bones how many more brothers and sisters will we leave in this God forsaken land of shifting burning sand, the sun rises panting this place and I can see them beckoning to me join them for tho my body left the sand my blood and my soul stayed behind, with my brothers and sisters in the battles the fought the war without meaning, our blood feeds this place it has claimed us as its own for we never seem to truly leave the sands behind us, the continue to shift and burn through us, tempering us with heat battle and blood, rest well warriors for I will join you in the sand, may we be ready for the next battles