Desert Whirlwind by Thomas Alan Gray

Little spinning desert sprite
Dancing in the drying heat
That takes my moisture, steals my life
Laughing at my stumbling steps
Calling, Follow! Follow me!
Little whirling desert mite
Draws my soul and guides my feet
Pain of thirst cuts like a knife
Murmuring of wind and sand
Calling, Follow! Follow me!
I follow, through sun’s blazing light
That covers like a winding sheet
My desiccated body, rife
With pain, and hear Death’s wretched voice
Calling, Follow! Follow me!
I follow, ’til the blessed night
Of cool and darkness, all complete,
Brings end to struggle, pain and strife
And whirlwind too. Now only Death
Is calling, Follow! Follow me!

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