The Desert's Winter

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The Desert's Winter

The Desert's Winter

Your an ice in this land of sand
I can't feel your cold from my stand
The heat and the wind strike my strand
Wicked they are, on the sand I land.

I'm a serpent as I approach you
Wind strikes, so I can't see your hue
I asked Him to make the ceiling blue
He is asleep, so the wind just blew.

You are melting as I crawl
Ares please bless me to brawl
When the hope gone I will growl
The vultures come for my foul.

Suddenly I felt the cold
It's like a breath of the old
My hope counts ten to unfold
Lastly, promise that untold.