Stranded
Stranded in desolation
A desert devoid of hydrate
No walks of life, only echoes
From within the hollow remains
Speaks of the story of prey
of predators
of starvation
of Decay
The distant wish for an Oasis
So true it seemed, so inevitable it appeared
Yet all that awaits, but a boundless ocean
Endless her depth, poison her blood
What then awaits?
Thirst unquenched
Death unnoted
Solace, granted