indigo spire
One path splits, a choice to take,
Lonely I, decisions to make.
Wondering there, in solitude,
Which road to take.
The road on the right,
Full of riches, mountains bold,
Rubies and gold unfold.
Yet there is more to see,
It has every possible need
A divine sight, a feast for the eyes.
But now after a quick inspect, the end,
a threnody for the dreams dead,
A place full of the devil's contempt.
The road on the left,
Full of thorns and tack
A road full of sorrow,
With shadows looming over it
An eerie melancholic darkness,
Draping over it.
But after a quick inspect, the end,
with a sight untold,
An alluring bed of grass,
Where creatures rest in peace,
Birds create a cheerful piece,
Insects waltz, a lively dance.
Now I've realised it,
The road on the right, Leads to hell.
So the devil has played, His bag of tricks,
Making the road that leads to it
An attractive place, so that you may,
End up in that forsaken place.
But the road on the left,
Leads to heaven, an alluring place
God has made it hard to get,
So the devil's spawns, Won't end up there, As the road, Is hell itself.
carmine vale
obtuse cobalt
prisma sand
jolly cloud
blazing yew
steep aurora
