The Scarlet Incantation

Today I stand looking down at an abandoned, yet diverging path
With the hum of the birds, just as music to my words
And the sound of the desiccated leaves piercing through the silence
With every step they seemed to be pleading
Echoing a riotous silence bouncing off the oaks
And the calm wind seemed to be whispering a curious sonnet
As I noticed the dew dazzling on the grass;
The dirge of the heavens was visible at last…

I looked down the first pathway; and felt a tender breeze
The skies were inexplicably perfect; with sunlight piercing through the trees
Glowing with a scarlet radiance off a bed of roses; I fell down on my knees
I felt a cold comfort swallowing me… Was it too flawless to be true?

The second pathway froze me to the core
There was no bed of roses, no guiding light, and no door
The sun - a vibrant shade of fine wine; only seemed to dim evermore
And the sweet symphony of solitude lamented within the cold wind

I am no sprite, no nymph set free; as apparent as it seemed to me
I chose the lane that was finer of the two, the roses invited me so
I set a naked foot on the scarlet bed of roses; and felt icy thorns pierce my flesh
And the crimson lust that flowed through me not long ago;
Radiated amidst the lustrous scarlet rose bed with a rather peculiar smirk within
And I was finally set free...