Scant offerings dwell
Beneath the layers
The labyrinth
Of this old and withering shell

Peel them away
Venture, through the fog
And reap the hollowness
The drain of dissatisfaction

There is little to sustain
All true and brave travelers
Enthralled
By the shackles of chaos

The whirlwind
Of maddened thoughts
Shield a world depraved
A dry patch
A hopeless and unsparing earth