Exile
By The Apparatchika [Author Info]The sands listen, but say nothing to me.
No one hears my words; I am a minority, alone.
The Spider Queen is the truth, for those with eyes to see.
The sands, the sun are hell, and Her kindness is like stone
So now dear traveller waters to you I deny.
Your edification in the truth is my reason why:
As you agonize in thirst, you will learn of my mistress lost
In darkness; rejection holds a frighful cost.
It is my duty to return Her to the upper land
Even though my own kind do think me mad.
So She sent me to walk this burning sand
With cracked skin and burning throat.
Alas, my Spider Queen, will you forgive me now!?
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