A Cold Night

On a cold night, far out in the west, 
I found myself in the desert. 
Having witnessed cruelty to the crest, 
By the traumatic effect of the scorching sun, 
as it turned the king in me to a pawn.
At the moment in time, I yearned for a kiss, 
The feel of the nights breeze, Nothing but a tease. 
A droplet, all that my lips craved, 
Else, death if a way could be paved. 
Whence I laid, on the bare sand, 
As the wind toyed with my soul, 
And darkness crafted her nightmarish plan, 
I was to be at war with life's greatest foe. 
But prevail, I did not, 
For as modest as I was, 
My weaknesses, 
I could not but flaunt.