Moon spread his arms on sky that darkened,
and dessert sand uniquely glistened.

Sand cooled down as winter night approached,
silence was shattered eerie wind whistled.

Swept in thick mist from the ocean,
and it covered the lonesome tavern.

Soon you could hear, the hooves of camels
clicking on the lonely road that travels.

Out it walked from the mystical mist,
ancient caravan reached tavern like a tryst.

Got down from behind, a jaded old lad,
Tavern door flung, and welcomed old hag…