Paths

I stand between The two entrances, The two tunnels They pose to me An important question. To my left, It is pitch black. What lurks ahead, Invisible to me. The entrance is Seemingly hollow, Gaping at me. To my right, The light burns. The danger's shadows Fly across the floor, Making themselves known. the path is bright, And terrifyingly small. The path to my left Taunts me continuously.. The path to my right Begging for my presence. Both asking me Their question Of Fate and Fortune- Which path is Mine to take?