My dear traveller, you seem weary and tired.
Why not rest your feet, while I tell you a story of a far off place?
There exists a land of extremes.
With a vast Ocean of Sand,
Where sunlight beams
Across the golden land.
Hills that rise and fall.
From atop, one can see all.
The sand has a current,
It bends and it flows.
Sometimes it moves in a torrent,
But to where, no one knows.
If you lie down on those gilded grains,
The sand, coarse yet warm, eases pains.
And should you listen, you’ll hear tunes,
Played by the wind through the solemn dunes.
But in this desert, there is a mystery.
A Tower, consumed by sand, with unknown history.
And a Palace, crumbling and in ruin.
But with an aura so dark, not even snakes withdrew in-
From the midday sun, burning infernal.
There is no release from the heat eternal,
Until the sky becomes nocturnal.
The sands take a cooler form at night.
Cold ground, bathed in moonlight.
But it’s as the earth begins to glow,
Where one truly appreciates its flow.
If you listen close, you can hear them hiss.
The sands, moving soft and slow, like a lovers kiss.
Should you look up, you might glance,
A glimpse of the great Black Planet,
And be caught in its trance.
Then prance with the maddening dance,
Where one’s mind is filled with romance,
And the Mad One makes its advance.
But should you perchance, break from its spell,
You would certainly have a tale to tell.
Of a darkly beautiful land.
An Ocean of Sand.
Now, my dear Traveller, should you feel so inclined,
To analyze my Words and Read through the lines,
You might just expand your mind.
And enjoy your times.
Good bye for now, dear Traveller.
Come back another time, for another story.
The Mad One grants great wisdom!