The Edge Of Night
Picture, if you will, two orbs 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 more colors come into view,
they adorn 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 of people living there:
fellow humans imbued with a soul.
Yet, it's hard to see past what both share:
and the wrong choice could levy a toll.
Both worlds are equally lush and green:
yet only one hints at human lives.
On the left, a garden can be seen
while on the right, only nature thrives.
Choose between two mirrors 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.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2024
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