Mozart – Requiem

Delerium – Sword of Islam

Dune – Prophecy

To Chani, My Desert Rose
A Love Poem from Paul Muad’Dib

Beneath twin moons, my heart first stirred,
In your eyes, the desert whispered a word.
A name, a promise, a fate untold,
A love more precious than spice or gold.

The dunes may shift, the storms may rise,
But still, I find the stars in your eyes.
No prescient sight could ever foresee,
A love as deep as the sand and the sea.

You are the water I may never taste,
The breath between battle, never erased.
You hold my soul like the wind holds the dune,
A fleeting touch, yet forever in tune.

Chani, my Fremen, my first, my guide,
The desert sings when you stand by my side.
Empires may fall, and thrones may fade,
But my love for you shall never degrade.

Would that I were no ruler, no king,
Just a man, with you, in the desert to sing.
No fate, no prophecy, no war to decree,
Only the winds, the sands, and thee.