Black Sands

The shrieking roc dives from the endless sky

Banshee's shrill scream urges me through thick sand

The breath of its colossal wings pass by

King of eagles blasts into the scorched land.

Black embers score my skin as the roc strains

In ebon sand that throbs with the sun's rays

I drink in the sand's power--fire floods my veins;

Set alight, I harness the charred sands' blaze.

A charcoal swell surges at my command--

Then twists away of its own strange accord

Given life by some invisible hand

The sand's black coils claim the sky's fallen lord.

I will never forget this novel feat

Of the sand that lives in the searing heat.