The Fates

How some figures lurch
In the desert alone
Inane and profane
For meaning they search
For the trees are all dry
And the birds have all died
The road is now covered
With bones and old roots

Through whispered words
The route is laid down
Away and away
They'll be the herds
But is guidance needed
From those who are not there
And can they find meaning
In a world that's not theirs

The sand disappears
Through a crack in the soil
Reach for it in horror
It's slipping away
The desert is vast
Yet nothing will last
At the bottom of the world
All buried in dunes

How some figures search
Forever and on
For things that are never
Meant to be found
Now take a good look
Through the darkness they cast
Beneath all the shadows
A meaning is found