Draco stood at a fork in the road; one lead to freedom and one lead to fear.
Although the fear lead to bones buried deep, blood that ran in rivers' flow, he knew where he needed to go.
Oh the weary in his eyes was wide, the mark of Death on his arm, he knew, oh he knew.
He knew he should take the road less traveled in order to save his fate!
Oh how the weary in his eyes looked down the road that reached for freedom, but freedom could not be had, for you see, Fate had other plans.
He didn't want to go, on no, he didn't want to travel that dark and dismal road, but he knew with the blood on Dumbledore staining his hands, he must travel down the road that lead to a mad man.
He wish his fate wasn't set in stone, but he were to walk alone, down the dark, weary path for at last, he had no savior to lead him to the Promise Land.
