Turn Right

All alone in the palest of night,

A man wandering with no direction.

Through the forest, I found myself entranced

By a sight. Mystic, one would never forget.

I have no qualms to admit

I was frightened.

Here, in the deepest corners of existence

I saw what none should ever see.

I ran, terrified of what I came upon.

I was what should not be

But is in spite of the world.

None would ever believe.

None would ever know,

And none would ever see.

And so I ran.

I came upon a fork in the road.

One that had been there all my life

And eons before,

And yet remained unseen.

To the right lay unthinkable horrors

Endless strife and hardship;

A path that would have no end, no destination,

No purpose, and no reason.

Many go this way, but few know why.

A dream of immortality haunts its steps,

One which will never be fulfilled.

And to the left was simply a path.