The Fork You Can’t Refuse
A chasm, profound and immense,
Split the world, defying all sense.
Two paths, left and right,
In that terrible light,
Called for journey with solemn pretense.
The right side, though open and deep,
Held a sorrow that caused soul to weep.
A force, unseen, old,
Made the brave heart turn cold,
From the truth that its dark secrets keep.
So the left, though a maze, felt more true,
A compulsion that subtly ran through.
No mind could resist,
By some power unkissed,
The choice that the grim nightmare drew.
Through fables, thus, fate would unfold,
As stories of childhood took hold.
No turning back then,
From that terrible den,
As the soul to the labyrinth was sold.
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