Drought floods a sun-drowned land
A cold, pale blue with a harsh, yellow glare
All life, so dry, so brittle, dies by my hand
Such burning frustration I cannot bare
Spilling into hungry scarlet flame
Scorching the land without a name
No rain will come, a graveyard born
Another ink-drowned page to be torn
Until one day I find its secret name
Amongst the gray ashes of scarlet flame