Stalking the polaris,
He reached north pole..
His dream, a broken mask,
Left him white and cold..
His compass betrayed,
Erased his path back home,
He gave up hamstrung,
Reading the sky without name..
Bewitching northern lights,
Like a moth to the flame..
Drowning deeper,
Burning breaths and doubts..
Seducing beauty of his destination,
Every direction was south...
