For the Protection of the Public...

The only way to her
A cartographer alone
Detailed himself a map
His origin still unknown

Many a man since him
Attempted the same trail
Each effort marked and noted
Although to no prevail

All along her path
Signs present to warn
Proceed at ones own risk
Cautions a route, forlorn

The prior journeys made
Failed, with cost and measure
She’s the pursuit of expeditions
A forgotten buried treasure

Fallen and unnumbered
Casualties are paramount
Lost and claimed along her way
Their toll cannot be count

Those following her direction
Found getting lost is all to find
And nearer to her end, they drew
Lost their own damn mind

The rumored document destroyed
An accident? Incinerated!
By a man named Orginless
A man she claimed she hated

Before she drove him mad
And by no mishap
For the protection of the public,
The last guy burned the map