May 11th... Weirding way

 

11^th May   Weirding way

 

I make a feint, a slight semi-circular movement

Taken to my right and deftly then out of sight.

And I am unseen.

Melting into the cave, dark sandstone.

Blending, invisible.

 

We all wear the same drab clothing,

From outside in the cooling evening sand.

Sand stretching all ways, always.

Here in our seitch, my adopted seitch,

I am known as Rami.

 

They accepted me well, these Fremen pack;

Not knowing that I am just sneaking around

Not what I seem to be, but upright and proud.

A blue-eyed fighter, fierce, but solemn grey,

A master of the weirding way.

 

I keep myself to myself; they respect that.

Working hard, my head down, reliable and strong.

They suspect not I am imposter all along.

My secret lie, my mission and my enterprise

Is to assassinate the Duke’s son, when time arise.

 

I have been trained and honed to Harkonnen sharp

Invisible, quiet, I am programmed to attack.

At a moment that will become clear

And will cost blessed Chani’s family dear.