Two roads diverge and leave

a choice to make, a chance to take

as cold wind engulfs

the path unclear

at the intersection of suspense

the question lingers

a look to the left

sees a sun-filled path

lined with innocent daisies

and sprinkled with figs

the subtle pull

tugs at the heart strings

grasping with soft fingers

radiant warmth threatens

but a pull away is back to earth

and a head turn right

reveals a hidden forest

leafy spectrum of arc

the colour of dark iris

a mirage that irks to brew

potions in order to kill

the place is rash

a world of sorrow

threaten to clamp a trespasser

no pull, no tug

not a single grasp

a wonder that it stands alone

still it stays unmoving

then a silent cry for help

vaguely in the distance

struggling, no way undone

the decider at last

to take right with strides so big

is a sacrifice none small

a choice to make, a chance to take

but save one, above all.