The path ahead is long and dusty,
with bumps and cracks to impede
a pale steed and dark rider
travel down the chalky path.
The rubble and stone,
prove no hindrance
to the vauge figure
on the alabaster colt.
With letters from family in one hand,
and the reins clutched in the other,
Dark Rider moves along the byway
happily traveling the endless road.
Yet all the bumps and cracks,
the trips, twists and tricks,
venturing never stops
along the dusty old course.
Dark Rider does not stop,
until the road suddenly splits,
and two trails, clear as day,
appear on the lane before him.
The right, birds are cheeping,
and the sky is blue as babies breath,
the trees are golden and flowers bloom
no hindrances to obstruct the voyage.
The left, there are no sounds
fog hovers to obscure sight,
the grass is shriveled and trees are dead
traveling is a chore through the lane
Dark Rider stares both down,
for the right is calling
but the left doesn't bother
to speak out to the traveler.
He just couldn't, no he wouldn't
the right was too tempting
and he strolled through the sunshine;
birds singing a tune to decorate the air.
A stroll through his journey,
not one hitch in his traverse
to disturb the horseman and
his moon painted colt.
The path traveled on and on,
never ending with no changes,
as if it was straight and narrow
in its due course through time.
As Dark Rider rode forward
he could not turn away or back
the course of strolls and ease
never let him turn away.
He had solemn made his choice
let the prejudice guide him
for the easy path of light and love
while tempting to take,
was not the one for his journey.
For with the rest of time ahead
and the enduring road in front
there is an easy thoroughfare
that never succumbs until we do.