Wilderness

Walk the path known as the Ashen Crow.
The longer you walk it the more you’ll know.
While the mountains watch with a eerie eye.
All in hope to bring down the looming sky.
Crushing, terror, instability, why!

Seek the wood known as the Splitting Pain.
Its entirety is nothing but an elaborate game.
Constructed by the forest shadow folk.
If you try to cheat they’ll ensure you choke.
Gasping, grasping, polarised, broke!

Cross the river of a thousand screams.
It extracts from your head your worst dreams.
Giving form to what is not corporeal.
Linger too long and you’ll need a memorial.
Withering, scratching, stinging, primordial!

Conquer the desert named the Burning Pit.
A place where no one has even got a drop of spit.
Suffocating grip upon your throat.
Ensure the path is one you rote.
Crawling, calling, swearing, gloat!

Sail your way across the murder seas.
Smell deaths victory as it stains the breeze.
Birthing monsters from the murky depths.
Good luck in taking your next fateful steps.
Madness, consuming, accusing, last breaths!