The poem continues. I seem to keep moving further into uncharted zones.
Map decaying, my jaded eye surveying
That which ancient wise men drew
Symbols marking where bones lie sleeping
Of personal demons they cruelly slew
Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest
Carving with blunted purpose vines entangling
Snaking tendrils a lover’s fatal clasp
Shadows hiding are highwaymen waiting
Stealing from my greedy grasp
Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest
Sundial silhouetted by trickster Moon gleaming
Sextant bearing off to latitudes unroamed
Dragons plague the map rampant and roaring
Breath obscuring destinations unknown
Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest
Shaman trembling, Dragon bones in hand fortunes casting
Prophecies scything through fire lit shades
Arthur slumbering burnished blade in hand shimmering
Arcane light blinding as the eternal flame fades
Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest
