I do not know this creature.
From what strange nature does it derive?
A soulless monolith,
A diminutive soul,
Casting shadows on warping dunes.
Riding great fronts of arid grit.
Yet direction less, yet determined.
Ever onward.

See its pillared spine,
At full stoic height.
Jaws snap ravenous rhythms.
Wings melt, reshape, reform,
Fluttering sails, conqueror's tales.
Cower for three. single. beats.

Name it truly, cast this facade.
Breathe deep its sands, its air.
Hear the ensuing, blustered screams.
Be its fear, be its bane,
Be its end, as due for the start.
Watch it spiral weak within,
Through the lungs and to your heart.

Powerless completely.
Powerless in part.

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