She lived the Wilderness --
it flourished inside of her,
a tactical advantage
to those that broached her heart.
Her lips were a riddle
of winding rivers
and broken streams,
her eyes were a north star
hid by cloud cover
and moon beams.
She tempted young adventurers
To test their merrits
and their youth.
And one by one they failed,
Found naught the New World
But broken truth.
She lived and died in the wilderness,
Lost and hiding,
Her secrets unfound.
Her treasures went undiscovered,
Her land grown old,
The wilderness unbound.


I have no idea how to finish this poem, ugh....