The journey continues. I have completed another stanza. Another one or maybe even two to go.
Map decaying, my jaded eye surveying
That which ancient wise men drew
Symbols marking where bones lie sleeping
Of personal demons they cruelly slewAvalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the QuestCarving with blunted purpose vines entangling
Snaking tendrils a lover’s fatal clasp
Shadows hiding are highwaymen waiting
Stealing from my greedy graspAvalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the QuestSundial silhouetted by trickster Moon gleaming
Sextant bearing off to latitudes unroamed
Dragons plague the map rampant and roaring
Breath obscuring destinations unknown
