-Aednat’s Poem-
Left
Two paths lie before me, one of hope and happiness, love adoring To
my left sits a path of gloom and doom, a path for fools
I stand at the fork, I know to go left, all souls go left Taking one step,
neither fire nor light, righteous or damned, nor hell or heaven sent
Tattered cloak, shadow and mist, haze of fog…no light can dent
Neither side does he represent
With a wave of his pole, does thy path unfold,
always to the left a story retold
Treasures I spread over the feet of the dead, taker
of light, all for a chance to go right
Voice as soft as a whisper that echoes of disaster
Filling faster, more maniacal laughter no matter the stack growing fatter
No matter how many paths life throws, we never
know but in the end all roads lead home
To here, to a crossroad of courage and fear, crossing the river Styx
To a fate we can not fi x to unfold a story we all know
To give until there’s nothing left all and all just to end up going left.