Shadows stretching southward, the Obelisk stands,
Head bent down averting sullen gaze,
As time wreaks havoc on the shifting sands,
Pearls and rubies pouring from his hands,
Spilling in a cream and crimson haze,
Shadows stretching southward, the Obelisk stands,
His serf stands waiting for his next commands,
Vexed with love that only builds with days,
As time wreaks havoc on the shifting sands,
Tethered by arrythmic pulsing bands,
A hindrance for him from his heathen ways,
Shadows stretching southward, the Obelisk stands,
Wisdom imparted from traversing distant lands,
But lost and buried in these local bays,
As time wreaks havoc on the shifting sands,
The gossamer remnants of once-golden strands,
Are what this fallen demon man portrays,
Shadows stretching southward, the Obelisk stands,
As time wreaks havoc on the shifting sands.