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Dry And Weary Lands: A Poem

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    February 23, 2021 11:17 AM PST

    This goes out to those of you who aren't buying the Keeper's views of the Skar, but know they are just misunderstood.

    Benonai, leader of the Resistancce Against the Corrupt House of Amensol

    Viva RACHA

     

    The Dry And Weary Lands

    The form of fury, trodden low

    Beyond the row and traveled lanes,

    Gripped by chains of light and fire

    Does it hurry, moving slow

     

    Sands from time blow harshly by

    In the eye and mouth they fall

    Draining all the one’s desires

    As it climbs toward the sky

     

    Service as a saddened will

    To feel the freedom all as calloused

    Madness as its longed for liar

    Burdens pass as crimson spills

     

    Up the spired wave of burning

    Burning ground and burning rage

    Age has crested on the spire

    So much higher than its yearning

     

    Sea of sands roll everlasting

    No more grasping for the hate

    Death has finally found its buyer

    In the hands of one not standing

     

    Lights surround atop the hill

    Feel the last of burdens lifting

    Sifting hate as it expires

    Be found the tortured, murdered Skel