As the sandstorm rises to block the sky
And the air becomes thick with grit
I embrace for the impending impact
Patiently waiting to say my final goodbye

As the gale swept closer my ears began to ring
The moan of the approaching monstrosity
Silencing all but my thoughts on life
To which I prehumously began to sing

"Take me higher up ye selfish demon
You cannot take my sway
For I have traveled further then even you
You cannot block my way"

As if angered, the roar began to increase
The arid tempest rotated and spun
Spinning faster than I could ever think
Reaching down it snatched me off my feet

Together we rose, rolled, and tossed
Till the air cleared and I was alone again
Looking down at my last seconds of life
Realizing the beauty of the world I had lost

So I sang as I fell to my death:

"Do not mourn me for I am now free
Higher up above I can finally see
Ye are not the devil I thought ye to be
All along it was the evil inside killing me"