In my old bed I
felt safe
For a while. The
reptiles could hiss,
Grate their
scales, but could never approach.
One nigh, befriending one
of the lizard-headed ones
He told me
strange tales
Of merchants
unknown in nameless lands
Nomads roaming
endless sands
Lives ended
by his bare, bloodied hands.
He was quieter
now,
He assured me,
Eyes
Glowing red
In the shadows of
his cowl.
