Sand and Sand

i walked and ran
and walked and ran
where men have sunk in sinking sand
and though i strained
i did not gain
an inch, an inch, of sunken land
i rose and fell
and you could tell
that men had fallen, men more grand
than i, so small
yes i, so small
so small i sunk in sinking sand

and o'er and o'er
i sunk still lower
still lower i sunk in sinking sand
where men had run
but yet not one
had passed across this cursed land
and though i tried
heroes had died
in trying to cross as i had planned
a fool was i
to slowly die
as lower i sunk in sinking sand

and as i sunk
i smelt the hunk
of bodies sunk in sinking sand
their sickly scent
a testament
to curse this blighted fairyland
a scent that burned
my eyes, yet turned
not i, for i had visions grand
of conquering
a land where kings
of myth had sunk in sinking sand

but dreams are dreams
and soon it seemed
i'd join those sunk in sinking sand
and while i crept
i sorely wept
with death in this deathridden land
too soon my waist
lowered to taste
a taste of this, this cruel quicksand
my lower half
could hear her laugh
for it was sunk in sinking sand

but still i urged
myself, emerge,
i won't be sunk in sinking sand
see, with my hands
i shall command
my frame to cleave this chastised land
my hands began
to slash and slam
against the heaving, hellish jam
oh how they fought
then too were caught
and soon were sunk in sinking sand

a careless move
but i'm not through
thought i whilst sunk in sinking sand
for i've my head
and till i'm dead
i'll head my way out of this land
and so my head
did do it's stead
and finer head has never rammed
so hard and hot
that soon i wot
i'd not die sunk in sinking sand

and i wot true
so true i knew
i knew while sunk in sinking sand
my arms confirmed
for out they squirmed
out of the hold of sunken land
what cause to sing!
for following
my arms, my legs emerged undamned
and all around
i heard the sound
of heroes sunk in sinking sand

they sang and sighed
sang as they lied
lied deep and sunk in sinking sand
for i'd escaped
whole and unscathed
from hell and satan's wandering land
and finally
in front of me
a bridge to freedom, freedom grand
so grand for i
had almost died
as all those sunk in sinking sand

i walked and ran
i danced and sang
for i'd not sunk in sinking sand
for i did strain
and thus i gained
sweet vict'ry from this sunken land
i rose and fell
but you can tell
that past the kings and heroes grand
did i, so small
yes i, so small
walked out alive through sinking sand
 

Reviews

[Lindsaytot]

Dude. This is so good. It sounds like a song, I love it :)