Author Information
Caravan
I'm a beast of burden, slaving cross these desert sands
piled packs upon my back, to ferry cross this broken land
brow is beaten down to dust, lash of whips across my hands
crackled groan escapes my lips, must give in to their demands
jeering faces swim before me, vision slanted shadows long
domineering curses raining, spouted by their hateful throng
they try my every moral fiber, knowing that I'm not too strong
to keep from falling to temptation, joining in their warbled song
the sun drops low and the sky burns red, cloaking in a crimson haze
the sweat streams off my tired head, walking over forty days
trail covered by rakig winds, moving through this flattened maze
shuffling behind shackled kin, the king behind us collects his pay
man of the caravan, what questions rise upon your lips
time stretches to a daunting span, flies surround in tiny blips
sand slipping through the hourglass, waiting for one of us to slip
and punish all for his mistake, lengthening this awful trip
the air turns black and cold to touch, silken thread upon the loom
prayers for raina bit too much, never answered and second too soon
continue on this fated slag, marching forth unto our doom
reah the crest, broken crag, shafted by a yellow moon.
