Across the Desert - Poetry
The son of the wild,
Connected across time,
What does anyone stand to gain?
Monks from the lost order,
About to stand up,
To stand trial,
For the good of all.
Traveling through the desert,
They stumbled on a ancient force,
An evil from times unheard of.
Blood of the sinners,
Of seven,
From the path,
Takes the chosen to glory.
Muffled screams of terror,
Echoing through the lands,
Ready to tear across,
All known kingdoms.
Standing at the edge,
Watching the dunes shift shape,
It was,
Almost time for it all.