Wanderers

They wander the desert lost,

their vision clouded by dust

 

Dry mouths and empty belly's

haggard things they have become

 

No reprieve from the sun,

their days spent cursing the might of Ra

 

Time has no meaning here,

so easy it is for them to lose their minds

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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