Nothingness.

People speak of rolling hills, but there are only 

walking hills.

They say there is a soft wind, here it carries sand

and blasts rock apart.

Sometimes it goes dark for days.

There is Nothingness.

Whatever is there, it is endless, with

heat that could kill.

There are breaks from the endless Hell.

Small spots of paradise.

A break from the endless sand.

Colors other than the monotonous tan. Greens and blues and oranges.

Different environments instantaneously.

Life is here, in its on little sacred shrine,

Created around their deity: Water.

Keep moving, down, down, to more walking hills,

But the diety shows itself more often than before.

Although sometimes it is scared away.

Wanderers are more common here, often 

with others, though not human.

The wind carries a threat, an enemy if you will,

to the deity.

The endless sea is expanding, growing stronger.

The threat is there. 

Skirmishes break out, will there be a war?

Will the enemy win?

Or will it give in?