While adventuring these wild lands the compass merged half in the north, and half in the south will help you find your path,

Ancient incense with a cryptic scent to lure pray into a trap,

A blood-like ruby to uncover the secrets within the clouds as it radiances bewitching rays in all directions,

Serrated silver daggers to be thrown precisely on the cunning soul-eater goblins that soar trying to put your pursuit to an eternal rest,

A jet black infinite pen to write down your conquests and write letters,

Experienced silk owls to glide unseen through waxed skies foretelling weather, beasts and to send letters to home,

An azure bottle formed from the depths of the ocean to fill your endless urge for water,

Lastly and the most important thing that each valiant traveller needs is a surge for life; adrenaline filled adventures await you in your quest, so get ready and do the impossible!

None the less, this journey will be the most mystifying and unique mission anyone has over come so remember you will be remembered for this!

From the depths of hell the satanic dragon awakes,

It stares mercilessly at its victims, and the fallen before them.

Yawning, he opens his diabolical jaws, revealing its heartless soul, in the process erupting lives into pure agony.

Gliding, it soars through the skies,

Opening its sails wide out,

Slicing the air into minced meat.

Its skull is a magnet for pandemonium,

Heinous horns erupt detestation onto the last line of faith,

Like the sufferer of its harrowing appearance.

Obsidian hard skin covers this brute.

And its hallow heart describes the abolish left after where it tread.

This is the beginning of the end;

As this celestial beast corrupts the land under it,

Once flourishing flowers, now rot.

Clans and countries crumble into the abyss,

Like the end of this poem.

You are the gold yet transcendent light, seizing the darkness.

You are Saturday’s first light shining into civilian’s joy.

You are the malevolent winter causing whole cities to vanish under mountains of snow.

You are the first few steps on the beach, and the first ones to disappear.

You are the first glass of wine that the King ever drank.

You are the daisies growing behind barbed wire, spreading joy in a place of sorrow.

You are the devastated and deserted city returning greater than ever.

You are the odds of two of the same spider web patterns.

You are a forgotten letter in a bottle, waiting for the arrival of the receiver across distant shore.

You are an obstacle in the way of a horde of antelopes, trampled and tangled beneath their mass.

You are the regal lion, catching its pray majestically.

You are at the very back of the procession with an urgent meeting.

You are the pearl white ballerinas, summoning angels to the dance.

You are the pale morning sky littered with hot air balloons swaying in the breeze.

You are Jesus’ lamb who has strolled away and is now in his shepherds hands.

You are the eye of a newborn meeting the gaze of its mother for the first time.

You are the hatred of a forgotten gargoyle hanging on a haunted mansion.

You are a 1941 poppy celebrating death and victory upon the fields which bloomed of pain.