Desert of Shifting Sands

The land ships glide across the Desert of Shifting Sands

A barren wasteland; home of the nomads

In the city beneath the sand

Of these forbidden lands

Are tombs full of artifacts

Sixty mile labyrinths made of stone

Outcasts and prisoners call this home

The mazes shift every day

Don’t expect anyone to point out the way

Watch for rooms full of rotating blades

Pits filled with spikes, and acid-spitting snakes

Turning left might be a mistake

Many spend their lives trying to escapesnakes-and-scorpions-73141289450846KIF


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