They say the dune worms don’t exist
But I saw one with my eyes
I saw it with my brother
It was the day my brother died
It exploded from a sand ridge
Its mouth, a burning black star
It consumed his body whole
Like some gluttonous eastern tsar
Digging through the earth’s skin
It disappeared and left no trace
It likely traveled to its larval lair
Some humid, horrible place
They say the dune worms don’t exist
But now, I understand
The bold knights of the fortress
Mere breadcrumbs on the sand
The old men weep at Ceremony
They walk slowly through the gates
Inside they know the fairytales
Are the fingers of their fates
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