Of veiled faces and turbaned heads.
Of flowing robes and muscled steeds.

And on this day, across the land.
A zephyr danced in the drifting sand.

As she twirled, the sand did blow.
And, the little zephyr began to grow.

Her voice grew shrill.
She screamed a name.
She destroyed man's will,
with her whirlwind game.

They called her,