The Turning of the Wyrme

'Ware the faulty step,
As a careless footfall may bring folly.
For he waits,
Fangs honed,
Eyes keen,
Tongue tasting the wind,
The he might find you.
Know the way,
Guide it with your heart and mind,
Seeking the truth at every twist and turn.
Fail,
And you may know his bite,
The prick,
The rends dignity from you leaving only sorrow and shame.
Then,
There,
Clarity,
Realization fulfilled,
And with finality you will understand,
The Turning of the Wyrme.