Interview with Forsakken

The Desert

He ambles through the desert,
Sweat drenched robes weigh down causing fatigue:
Throat giving sensations of slimy cobwebs:
Desperate eyes create delusions of ponds.
He gives up hope as decay settles in.

She ambles through the desert:
Scorching sun torturing skin:
Consumed with dizziness and faintness.
She grasps a beam of hope:
The agony suddenly seems distant,
As unseen energy guides her;
Soon to acquire ends rewards.

You amble through the desert….

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