Samiel Poem by Sheri Green

Hot air moves across the desert dunes
As winds cast the arid sands astrewn
And there comes a rider who awaits his doom
Beneath the veil of the hazy moon

The winter days have come to pass
Evident by the wind blown grass
A reflection of this mans lonesomeness
For of the Watchers, he is the last

Destined to walk the road alone
Along the threshold of times unknown
Denied the choice of where he roams
Until fate descries his soul atoned

That hand of fate his constant guide
As he travels the barren deserts wide
Unseen to all of mankind's eyes
In the heart of the storm he must abide

He rides the dusty sandstorms winds
An errant Watcher to the world he tends
Paying the price of his mortal sins
Never allowed among this world of men