Compass

The loss of one life caused the Earth to swallow me. Its regrets can not buy forgiveness for leaving me hanging there. In the short time it was able to stomach me, a sea of sand washed over the land. I can see for miles, it is a mirror to me, nothing lives here anymore.

Its sacrifice will have no end, sand and winds fall before the weight on me. I do not understand how, but I know the place of each I seek. They are a compass that can lead me through any storm the Earth may choose to have fall upon me.

I do not look back, a glass road forms with every step I make. If I ever have need, I can use it to find the grave offered to me. A hang-man serves as my compass through this sandstorm. His death shall be a reminder to the Earth, there is no stopping me.