The sun is ablaze
Scorching the fine grains
He trudges through the sand
Counting his steps until his last

His skin is peeling
Flaking away to join the burning powder
The trail he leaves is drenched with blood and sweat
Remnants of a bygone civilisation remind him that he will not make it

The wind picks up
He finds himself in a cloud of unknowing
His eyes are blasted by the remains of his ancestors
His feet are crumbling but he does not realise it until he has fallen

His heart pounds
The ruins around him collapse
The one he hopes to find is long gone
He is blinded by the guilt that this land punishes him with

He is suffering
The dust is clogging the wounds created by his lust
He keeps crawling but exhaustion is getting the better of him
He wants to cry but he is too dehydrated to let the tears go to waste

He is fading
This torture brought upon him is making him forget
He does not know why he brought himself to this land lost in time
But none of that matters now, for he will join the ones who came before him

Waiting for the next to make the same fatal mistake

To find the ones who are lost

Only to join them in the sand

Another grain to punish the next