The desert captain...forgotten

A barren visage, was all that greeted the young captains gaze. Scattered along a tundra of gold brown, lay all that he was. The heat rippled all he percieved, The rolling dunes ominous. and so the young captain began to wonder. matters of philosophy, hardly relevent to the events he must have endured He mumbled a word in a low husky tone "Maybe" Legs folded, mind busy...Confused the foetal position, was always reasuring always pathetic. Laying down amidst the ruin, The sun branded his peachy complexion. empty and desolute, the scene matched his heart. "A fitting end" he uttered to know one. He didn't usually lie. His face screwed up, into a muddled mess of hope a blunder. reach towards the sand, drawing it near his mouth. He swallowed with large mouth fulls. Dead before the sun sank and the ripples ceased