The desert’s silence held ancient whispers,

Endless dunes contain darkest memories,

Trapped behind a veil of mist-bound sisters

A sand whipped escape of extremities.

Stone faced obelisks guarding cruel secrets,

A network of clandestine forgotten,

Feet fall oblivious and unfrequent,

Voices muted by sands misbegotten.

Fire remains on the backs of travellers,

Transporting spices to brighten feasting,

Through Her passage to help the scavengers,

With covering sand ever increasing.

Her arteries beneath the dune chambers

Hold secret treasures of whispered labours.