A Ranting Pathfinder

I’ve seen a world where twilight dies, murdered off by the rising Sun. But beholden they were so dark at times, before that day had come. I’ve seen the wretch with my own eyes, and even kept at some. Eventually I realized, now no wrong is left unwrung. Still the evil plays at times, as the songs are always sung. Last you see deceit and lies, now know where it comes from. So here thy words, and heed them well, to break the spider’s spell. Or risk to wander a land still lost, and hope you won’t find Hell.