The harsh sun has set below the horizon,
and the night is strangely calm and still,
but the desert air has an ominous chill.
The village stands deathly quiet and dark,
apart from a hut in the center of the town,
huddled in the house, the people look
A man stands in their midst reading an old scroll,
he is as white and pale as the night's full moon.
He looks up and whispers, “It will come
The people all shift and murmur to one another as
he proceeds to read a verse from the paper roll,
the villagers gasp at the serpent coiled
on the scroll.
“Something is coming to scatter the sands.
To rake the earth with its flaming breath.
Coming to spread destruction and death.”
“Awakened from its one thousand year sleep,
it has come to seek revenge for a spell that was said,
and won’t stop until every last human being is dead."