Journey

The vultures' circle
That slowly drift
Warning the closeness
Of deathly lease

Crossing alone
That desert span
In hunger and thirst
Of the scorching sand

The dark flaps of wings
Desperately close
Lurk the wind carried
Tasting untouched cold

Break! Shout they
Calling to fall
Break! Shout they
In their wild festive thrall

Will you lose all hope
In the face of death
Or fill you in need
Of the oasis the vultures fret?