The Desert

[Fallen Angel_Messiah Of Black Roses]

I am the might desert
I grow death, needles among thy plants
I feel sands blowing mercilessly
I hear the dark clicking of monsters among me
I am a cruel wasteland
I watch as people slowly die
I touch nothing
I imagine a cool, soothing rain, covering me
I am a place where the heat can burn you alive, or the ice can chill your blood
I sit among mountains, leeward
I hope for virtuous vegitation
I wish for a divine metamorphasis
I am the desert, and no one likes me.

[Cassino]

thy
Pseudo Old English... why? ._.