The Edge Of Night
Picture, if you will, mirrors of light
where dreams and reality embrace.
Both lie at the darkest edge of Night,
superimposed on ebony space.
Sharing shades of a violet hue,
they seamlessly brush darkness away.
And as these mirrors come into view,
they reflect the Night's starry array.
Similarly, they flaunt paradise,
dual sanctuaries shining bright.
Presenting Eden, not once but twice,
offering a choice of left or right.
One shows signs that people might live there:
human beings, imbued with a soul.
Yet, it's hard to see past what they share,
while either choice could levy a toll.
Both appear equally lush and green,
and yet, just one hints at human lives.
On the left, a garden can be seen,
while on the right, Nature's bounty thrives.
Choose between these orbs hung on black,
decide before you step through that glass.
For, unlike Alice, there's no way back
from where souls exist, or souls trespass.
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