The wind did howl and cry

But a creature made of sand and stone stood

And Called with a human voice, "come back, come back"

not a man and yet with a mans form

the desert spirt set off to find....HER

for he was...in love and had felt the touch of destiny

The people he passed thought him a desert bandit

so they grew quiet when he passed and would not tell where she had gone

So threw the dunes he swept like a banshee

over hills and dales to find

her