The Right Choice

At one fleeting imperative instant in my stretched journey of life I had to wage a war. At stake my ordained short life A war warranting its stretch some scarce second more My adversaries rallied their troops quickly than I blinked Readied the battleground and at me thunderously called out It was my war nonetheless I needed allies. On my right stood my friends. What was left of the right, my foes. I could only choose a faction. I went with my foes. For I knew their inner thoughts and real intentions towards me. For if they decided to change Then my luck at play were new friends My abandoned friends though If at any moment in waging the war were to change I will only achieve the three last letters of friend in my life, End.