Poem | A Wicked Compass

As you wander through the deep and darkest ways,
Shadows shift and turn with a sharp, fulvous gaze.
Beware, the dull note of death will lure you into the haze.

Shrieks and snarls keep piercing the soul.
A frigid breath lashes at your frangible spine.
As you wander through the deep and darkest ways.

Orbs are blackened by shame and distress.
Useless and vacuous, yet dreadfully viscous.
Beware, the dull note of death will lure you into the haze.

Beauteous colours and delightful music are
To perish into the past as jejune junk.
As you wander through the deep and darkest ways.

Sentimental fluid and intellectual crystals fade
Away, the heart shatters and pours out gore.
Beware, the dull note of death will lure you into the haze.

Yet you still press on with your frail, starveling limbs.
A forsaken will, a trail on the wane with each and every step.
As you wander through the deep and darkest ways,
Beware, the dull note of death will lure you into the haze.

*An attempt to vaguely follow a Villanelle format.
*Photo was taken by Maxim Potyomkin.
*Check out here for a Japanese translated version.