Down the Devil's Road
While walking I hit a fork with two streets,
One was bright and one was bleak.
I chose the one warm and bright,
More pleasing to my sense.
I chose the street to my right,
A more pleasing consequence.
A smiling man approached,
He led me through the many lights.
So it was that I encroached
And stayed for many nights.
He whispered to my flesh, ”Thou art man,
Do not worry about lust or vanity;
There is no wrong in this land
When you create reality.
He gave me the best food,
We drank the sweetest wine.
I did not want to be rude,
But I asked him for the time.
He said, “It is too late for that,
For thoughts of going back.
You made your choice so long ago,
As you can plainly see;
Now it’s time for you to come
Take your place inside the flames with me.
I found myself down the Devil’s road.
I found much that glitters is not gold.
Copyright © Andrew Weeden | Year Posted 2014
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