in the shadow
of olympus mons
there lurks
an old romance–
the wind and sand
become as one
when arm-in-arm
they dance
under the pale
light of earth
their silent
vows are sworn
and every time
they bump and grind
another devil’s
borne
in the shadow
of olympus mons
there lurks
an old romance–
the wind and sand
become as one
when arm-in-arm
they dance
under the pale
light of earth
their silent
vows are sworn
and every time
they bump and grind
another devil’s
borne
michaeljordahl 