Destitute Dimension

The life of love, and the love of life.

I decide to reside between a daydream and a nightmare,
I bide whatever time I have, by finding how the night fares,
As each set sun brews dark, a shadow of despair,
Signs I placed for all to see, "All ye tourists Be ware:",
"For whom doth wander lands of lost, weary travels ill-advised,
For whom doth wish to test, thou shall do so with thine lives."
Step by unguided step, further do victims venture,
Lodestar absent, for no path lies, exists none of means to measure,
Deep into trenches, carved land from powered roots protrude,
Earthen provisions once vital, null now as they delve into destitute,
Vines and leaves and shrubbery, thicken does the ancient lands,
The floor it seeps now muddy, slows the pace of curséd man,
On they go through trees and brush, this tale takes two through hell,
Once sprite with life and lavish lush, now decrepit Isaac, Jezebel,
And on I dwell just out of sight, follow the ignorant lost,
For know they not of heavens blight, where broken souls are tossed,
I do my best to fend off foes, alerted are flora and fauna,
Beasts will lurk and shrooms will spore, filling pores with lacking sauna,
Wonder and wonder do fallen delve, now split apart and frantic,
Dues paid for dancing with devils, once seen as frolicking antics,
Panic sets so does the sun, run towards a mirage, the steeple,
Both Isaac and Jezebel now fragments of the torn, run round and round like deasils,
Easy into the after they go, succumbed are those be feeble,
Alone they are since ventured in tandem, spread now the lost and lonely people.