Rise, winds of doom
Beyond the landscape
Deliquescence
From the seas of sand
Dry out our mouths
Parch our throats
Burn our lungs
Swathe, bringer of drought
Engulfing dust
Turning soil
To sterile sands
Murky skies
Obscure the sun
Dearth
Burn, abrasive fumes
Igneous furnace
Set ablaze
In the fog
Fall, eternal night
The atmosphere
Opacified
Light subdued
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