Under the desert sun,
Where hot and blazing
Creeps a snakelike gun,
Seeking the fate of blindly dazing...
Under the oceans of sands
Sleeps the pride of the East
Gripping dried hands,
Awaiting another feast...
Under the dust of times,
Concealed by constant fear
Tiring they rid upon the rhymes -
Four riders of the world's rear!
Under the desert run,
Where the rot and hazing,
Shroud the treasures of the gone
And rest upon stargazing...
Relieved is essence of those razing
For time destruction is the rule of fading into nature...
11.11.2013 16:20
Under the desert sun 11. 11. 13
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