Desert storm
He gazes at the clouds
Sand on black wings of death
He prayed for nightfall not unexpected fury
The sound of tornadoes, a black symphony
And sometimes there a face he calls Lord
Desert sky
He stares at the moon
A hole in the curtain of night
A nomad in the mind
A warrior in honour and blood
Thorn the son of wind and will
He knew he had opened the gift
All life commences and ceases under God
The wind caressed his face that night
Pneuma grabbed his heart
He shivered and fell on his knees to ride the storm
Desert storm
A red chord of fear
Beauty at the edge of pain
He reached for his sword as the colours turned pale
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Desert storm
He gazes at the clouds
Sand on black wings of death
He prayed for nightfall not unexpected fury
The sound of tornadoes, a black symphony
And sometimes there a face he calls Lord
Desert sky
He stares at the moon
A hole in the curtain of night
A nomad in the mind
A warrior in honour and blood
Thorn the son of wind and will
He knew he had opened the gift
All life commences and ceases under God
The wind caressed his face that night
Pneuma grabbed his heart
He shivered and fell on his knees to ride the storm
Desert storm
A red chord of fear
Beauty at the edge of pain
He reached for his sword as the colours turned pale
He gazes at the clouds
Sand on black wings of death
He prayed for nightfall not unexpected fury
The sound of tornadoes, a black symphony
And sometimes there a face he calls Lord
Desert sky
He stares at the moon
A hole in the curtain of night
A nomad in the mind
A warrior in honour and blood
Thorn the son of wind and will
He knew he had opened the gift
All life commences and ceases under God
The wind caressed his face that night
Pneuma grabbed his heart
He shivered and fell on his knees to ride the storm
Desert storm
A red chord of fear
Beauty at the edge of pain
He reached for his sword as the colours turned pale