Song of a Scorched Earth          

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I hear a voice in the desert

Thrown like an arrow at Dawn

 

Chasing the Sun like a mad dog

A spectre of all lost and gone 

 

I follow their trails

Like scrying entrails 

Bones blown to dust beneath my feet

Flesh long eaten by vermin

Yet still 

they are Wanting

 

Through me

 

Their whispered prayers a taunt 

A haunting

I walk....

with my teeth on my heart strings

Scraped

by a forest of thorns 

 

The blades of the sun on my back when

The change came on through the rift

A Split in horizon

A swarm 

In magnetic streams

Creatures of venom around me

Gather

with Fang, talon and sting 

They gift me the song 

of the scorched earth

Kissed

by the fiery wind

 

[ [ Transformed now I … will be…] ]

 

I’ll be the voice in the desert

Tracing its edges with song

 

To bury the sword and bury its sorrows 

Peace never comes to those

who mourn

 

And with the last 

flame-tongue of dusk

I’ll burn

 

Till Night devours me 

 

B.  A.  C.  K.