A/N: Written for the Finding Your Elemental Groove Challenge on the Poetry Craze, Section 2: Writing in Rhymes, style: rhyming couplets and element: wind.
When you Make a Choice
He hovered at the edge of indecision:
two paths, each at one edge of his vision
Stretched before him, with a thin line of darkness
in between: his love's stale and decayed carcass
Spread, like eagle-wings, before his trembling sword –
an image further marred as eyes slowly blurred.
Innocent blood had not yet stained his hands red;
he could still make that choice to accept instead
But he loved too fiercely for that choice to be.
Old, half blind, there was only one path to see.