On a cold night, far out in the west,  I found myself in the desert.  Having witnessed cruelty to the crest,  By the traumatic effect of the scorching sun,  as it turned the king in me to a pawn. At the moment in time, I yearned for a kiss,  The feel of the nights breeze, Nothing but a tease.  A droplet, all that my lips craved,  Else, death if a way could be paved.  Whence I laid, on the bare sand,  As the wind toyed with my soul,  And darkness crafted her nightmarish plan,  I was to be at war with life's greatest foe.  But prevail, I did not,  For as modest as I was,  My weaknesses,  I could not but flaunt.