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-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.