Sandstorm
He whittled
down a riddle
to the middle
of the meaning
and pondered
as he wandered
way out yonder
somewhere leaning
The present stars
were pleasant
looking on
the crescent moon
as he thought
in that spot
on a hot night
one June
There he heard
a single word
as a bird
brought its song
and then he carried
an answer buried
being ferried
far beyond
Into the bosom
of the boson
he confided
secrets true
about a terror
and a torment
in the sands
and a mummy's tomb
For death it seems
though serene
may yet return
to this earth
A creature despised
again to rise
and bring hell
with its curse
What could it mean
when winds moan
and men's sins are shown
in sand and fear?
Why do all cower
in that hour
when the monster
glowers near?
He took his torch and fire
and forged ahead
yet never found rest
on any bed
Its torment remained
with shivers beside
pondering how
he escaped alive
Sandstorm awake
to take us in the night!
so we can be free
from the mummy's sight
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