sands, fist full of hands.

, a nation on it’s .

for a breath. for an escape.

But all they receive is death.

, scared, surrounded by .

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

All forsaken, all loves lost.

Until in the of the , a comes, with him a lack of .

“Be wary, be swift, leave this

till the end, run to the east”

He screams .

“Hope can be found.”

But alas, the people live in fear.

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

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 .

The feast, of the unforgiving moon.