Venture/Slipping Out

I'll venture out after twilight slips in,
I slip out. Maybe this time far, far out
beyond where the sunset stains the sky crimson
I'll find my way drawn by the beacons I left
drawn by a beacon heart, drawn to a scent of-
what is that?
olibanum, olive blossom, dragons blood.
seven days on you'll see my ghostly
leavings, seven days on to walk familiar
a familiar path.