The sands, they shift as a legend now rises
To enshadow these dunes with wild wishes.
These black marble walls reflect the heat and light
Creating a certain hell called the Tower of Night.
People walk in the shade the tower casts.
They saw the shade as a heaven that lasts.
I never did. I watched them from afar with curious eyes
Wondering why. Why is it that everything someday dies?
Their honest worship of celestial and manmade deities
Left a bitter taste in my mouth with such strong enmities.
I knew better. Some people take to beliefs with violence
While others use kindness. Neither side will use silence.
They aren’t viceful or virtuous just a little belligerent.
Science and faith, trying to make sense of the divergent.
Vasha'Lakar 