Desert Rose

Pale crimson skies Stretched beyond repair. Clouds as scarce as life Above the desert’s lair. Upon the sarcous traces Of the dusty morsels, Rain from a wispy heart Like drunken yodels. From the parched sands, Palatable scents diffuse. It approaches, it taunts The flesh cannot refuse. The dead wind in its lullaby Whispers vigorously to give in The parched eagle shrieks The rose is bloody from sin. Remember the thorny cacti Scorched by the wrath Defence is no defense Pain lies on that path. The giver of verve Gives not but mercy. Famine fuels the force The desert is testy. The tunnels beneath the sand Lead to worlds unknown The edifice in the distance Could it be a tombstone?