"Sister of the Knife"

Cradling the memory of the past
the shadows creep in, unwanted
tormenting the mind with sharp claws of delusion
confusing the inner eye

once a goddess, her name on the lips of the free ones
she returns to the times long gone, where the mirages lay

no place to hide when the others crawl in
no place to hide when the blood runs cold
and the voices attack her senses
the sand knows her story
the sand will follow her when she falls