Tears of the unmoved,
fallen grace, sweep
through the air, jagged arrows,
wear away thee who endures.
Swirling clouds, misery in certainty,
bury the weak, topple the weary. Fury to
erode those who would weather the storm.

Dune beyond dune,
trip he who ventures.
Serpents below, veiled unseeing.
Foundations lay shattered, empire ruin,
grand in sleeping, silent in being,
cling to those who would resist
your hollow embrace.

Wail to the wind
the quiet undoing.
Scald the marred and withered,
the pyre that burned bright.
Smothered in dying, the bane lies in fighting,
neither with knowledge of the truth.

Better in waiting
for the thaw of the frozen,
release those in bounds.
See through the powers
that once were and be.
Falsified light renounced and fled
back to the shadow
from which it was bred.

Blood give rise to
the birth of heaven's pyre.
Sand, earth, stone and tree.
Conceived in the hands
of the shattered Dragon.
Fall to the gila, coyote and cobra;
clear now for the dawn is nigh.

Descended to the sands,
ravened by fire undying,
are the chains
that have fettered my kin.
The mesa lay broken,
Sands carrying truths yet unspoken,
feathers and crystals bloodied.

Herald the ascension of
wonders only wished for.
Give praise to the building
of thrones for my brethren;
The docents of fire.
The desert nomads.
The people of Skarch.
The scions of The Dragon God.
The dracnari.