Ruins
Now abducted,
Taken back by the
Sands of the desert,
Under the sun
That glares down it
Simmers and boils
In sudden fits
Forgetting the
Purpose why it
Was built and they
Bleed, the ruins do,
Red sand,
Red sand,
By its deep cut
On its stone side,
The last oasis
Stands alone far
Reflecting eye
Of time drying,
Bleed, my son,
Bleed,
And so they bleed
Red sand,
Red sand.