Often confusing

Jaunt

At the ends of the earth,
Lay a beginning, a hearth.
Of fires of cold, and winds scorching,
A tent, ripped and torn, for those searching.
A bottle of sand, for thirst parching.
And here I met the merry band,
Of ghouls and skeletons,
Organs in hand.
And here they sang the tale of audhumla,
The mighty goddes of life.

And yet their words failed them,
As it did in life,
And a hollow wind passed,
A million sorrowed wives.
As they collapsed to ash,
And the world closed it doors,
The ends now curling,
To new horizons, newer turnings,
And a milestone I saw, a milestone for me,
A milestone that told me to take a knee,
For I was home, back in the middle,
Away from the curling horrors of the edge.
For I was home, back to my life middling,
Away from the dreams I've dreamt.