Endless Desert Poem Analysis

Endless desert,

Eerie nimbus,

Elated eyes,

Paradise,

Restless slabs,

Reconciled plains,

Reverberated dreams,

Fight Scenes,

Am I wrong to think myself alone, am I wrong to think we could live one more day,

We wandered,

On that which the greatest mysteries lie,

We look,

Only to find,

Treasures above,

Far away from,

Those short hours we rested in,

The desire thereof,

Am I wrong to think myself alone, am I wrong to think we could live one more day.

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102Y-6MTH-6D-9H (After Yu’ul)

In the ether, where endless tales may be told, but only one, where the stars twinkle and make wraps of clusters that seem cloudy in the distance of a thousand million miles, a shape can vaguely be seen, lit by the white light of a green sphere that

One form in space, a corona about it diagonally as though a sash, though this could be any other as perceptions change. The broad end of the halo is a flatland visible even in the cold depths of space, like a disk.

On the planet’s surface, nothing can be seen for miles but supple fields of blue, dunes that blow red sands with the wind, and hills of gray right before slabs of glass, towering over the landscape, piercing the heavens. In numerous widths and elevation, they bear in them metals of all sorts, glazed in the agitated dust, the minerals that once settled with their weight confining the heavy irons to the base, and nimble steels to the highest

She analyzes them from side-eyed view, “short locks” she whispered, “Barely Rank 1.”

Suddenly, she feels a fist come at her from behind, a quick move and she takes him unexpectedly, grabbing his arm as it sped past her face, she swung him to the ground, putting one foot to his neck; she swiftly breaks his arm with the other. Blood spews in torrents and spouts, coating her entire front end with the shadowy white plasma that also seemed to glisten in its contrast to darkness.

She moved so quickly that they could barely match; she shoots forward out of harm’s way, ready as ever. While a rival’s foot already swings towards her face, but one hand to impede it, and a great thud is let off as his platinum hide breaks against the veteran’s arm, five shots of blood trickle onto her face. Not a moment more she takes the lad by his leg, dragging him off his footing and turning around, then smacking his entire body against another that leapt up behind her, an eruption of blood goes off with the clang of metal, and the sound of them as they hit the