Among The Dunes

This is a song I wrote some time ago, but I feel as if it works as a poem as well. It's sort of an Indiana Jones-like story, and it leaves a lot up to imagination.

Philosophers fill the floor to fall about their fate
Persecutors on the case are inbound, viscious and irate
The loot is canned, they claimed the land beneath the shifting sand
High upon the arc they stand with sleight of hand and a marching band
Among the dunes

High upon the parapet, the baphomet stands guard
Lost within the alphabet, the victim feels the stainless shard
The metal penetrates the spine and stops him in his track
Lifeless on the cobblestone with symbolism in his back
Among the dunes

Hell bent on establishing a certain dominance
Ascending the balcony, the infiltrator takes his stance
The torch on the wall sheds a chink of light upon the insolence
The mortal man overruled his ban and towered on his confidence
Among the dunes

The mist that once was light and bright is now a darkened haze
The density of the fractured sun illuminates a raging gaze
The air has amplified the glare emitted from the fear
Medieval gear without an heir abandoned in the putrid lair
Among the dunes