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.