Faye Sizemore


The sun does sink…
the desert grows cold
and those that patrol
these hostile lands
say there is a Demon
living in its sands
Dark cries are heard
though its existence is absurd
The Demon in the sands
of these foreign lands…
cries and begs from afar
“Give me your youth
at this… my sacrificial bar
I am craving their blood
and obey me you should
This is my truth you have heard
Feed it to me here in the East
lest I may come Westward
and thereby begin my feast… “