In the heat of the day,
in sand of reddish clay.
Wind sweeping the dunes,
half sunken pillars with runes.

Silence over the scenery,
memories of unknown history.
Wrecks of spacecrafts, habitats,
for strangers and humanoid rats.

A piece of another story,
long ago, not yet to worry.
A jewel in the universe,
or an adventurers curse?

Will it shelter a powerful man,
like innocent Anakin,
or a resource of might,
over spice all the fight?

An old gods habitat,
crumbling apart,
a dead planet after invasion,
Tyranidic abrasion.

Whatever mysteries it hides,
in his sandy wides.
There is adventure guaranteed,
the heart of an explorer freed.

Take a daydream to the sand,
imagine how you will land.
The heat striking you with power,
freezing cold in the dark hour.

Dream alone, play it pen and paper,
enjoy the scene, be a creator,
take care of the desert worm,
and the dangers of a sandy storm.