Moon Rider.

Forgotten sands, fist full of hands.

Sickened disease, a nation on it’s knees.

Gasping for a breath. Praying for an escape.

But all they receive is death.

Unsure, scared, surrounded by desolate earth.

“Can we escape it? Will we survive” Is the nation’s cry.

All hope forsaken, all loves lost.

Until in the midst of the winter sunset, a stranger comes, with him a lack of fear.

“Be wary, be swift, leave this place”

“Ride till the end, run to the east”

He screams outloud.

“Hope can be found.”

But alas, the people live in fear.

Never to leave as the stranger sets off, screaming in tears.

“Forgive me, my Lord, if I did not try,”

“But lost them all I have, leaving them all to die”

He spoke out loud, while he hears their cries.

Riding off in the path of the east.

This stranger rides ever on, to survive this horrific feast.

The feast, of the unforgiving moon.