The Devil’s Threshold

She was a silver statue trailing a silken moon
She roamed the shimmering Arabian desert
And the rolling sand dunes

She was the majestic zephyr, that sifted
Sand and breeze
The subtle kiss of a searing sun,
Through the moon's lurid beams

Her slender figure cast dancing shadows,
Upon an earth so starkly bare
Her kohl-lined eyes flashed dark with the stories,
That cascaded from her chestnut hair

She tread the sand with passion,
In quest of long-lost forgotten places
And through her weary desperation,
Stumbled upon an oasis

Her desire ignited
a fire....
And lit a worldy pyre...

From the roots of the stream she drank,
And quenched her burning thirst,
To the devil's threshold she sank
As she dug her very own hearse