The Price of Choice

He stared into the mirror, pondering his latest mistake,

And all of the lies and choices we make.

If another choice had been made,

would the punishment not have been so severely paid?

Why are such difficult choices left in out hands,

so feeble, so thin, as breakable as bands.

A mirrored picture, a mirrored path

Would they have suffered less wrath?

If another choice had been taken,

If a black, soulless beast was not so easy to waken?

What if he had not left the beast's den

Could something different have happened then?

Or would he have suffered punishment just the same

Beaten down until almost lame.

Maybe a series of choices changed

For a different path to be exchanged.

With an anger full of darkened rage

The boy paced like an animal in a cage.

If he had flipped a different page,

Could his sister have possibly been saved?

Shaking his head to clear the air

he picked up a blade shining in the lighting fair.

The boy walked into the beast's den

Planning to commit a dangerous sin.

He kept into the room where the monster was deep in slumber

He planned to do the beast quite a number.

The knife sunk in to the hilt, creating a rush of blood.

A substance much thicker than wine or mud.

Despite the sight, he felt no peace

It seemed as though nothing could get the pain to cease.

Eying the crimson colored blade,

The boy closed his eyes and prayed.

May the cold heartless man

Is how the boy began.

Then he stopped and took in the sight.

His sister was not saved, despite all his might.

If another choice had been made,

would the punishment not have been so severely paid?

Why are such difficult choices left in out hands,

so feeble, so thin, as breakable as bands.

The End

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