The day, the suns burn across the dunes, <br />The pianist awakens, <br />His skin a bit more dead, <br />Fingers gliding over the keys, the runes <br />To mystic ballads across barchans tread. <br /> <br />The desert castle, a million miles <br />West to nowhere, <br />East to an ocean end, <br />South of hell, north pathed to fear. <br /> <br />The night, the fortress flags <br />Are still flittering in the gales. <br />And the crows say time is not much. <br />But with minuets and songs <br />And a voice that wails sails, <br />This was an oasis Hell couldn't even touch.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-the-ballad-of-the-desert-pianist/
