Desert Wars

Long skirts fly loose in the scorpion night.
Bloody bag of a moon slides down the tower.
The scree of the banshee follows her flight.
She runs pell mell from the moon’s crazed light.
She loses safekeeping in their stench of power.
Long skirts fly loose in the scorpion night.
The heat of pursuit confounds her in fright.
She pelts her down [...]