THE DESERT

I found my footsteps

At the edge of the desert

The landscape of fire

Was foreign to me

It burned through the dry earth

And heated my armor

The sky filled with white smoke

And blackened the leaves

I walked on the embers

Of the red blooming desert

The only thing with me

Was the sorrow I weaved

I let it catch fire

And as the flames, they grew higher

I bathed in the ashes

Of the world that I weaved

I slept on the edges

In the arms of the desert

My footsteps vanished

As they came to be

The earth, it screamed

While I lay and dreamed

I walked between worlds

As the gods wove my dreams.