CROSSROADS
The sun timidly slips upward from the sky
Greeted by the mingling of primal cries
Among the noble ones, the frog hops from rock to rock
Secrets untold are his to unlock
Torn between the savage and civilized realms
The limbo at the entrance to Hell
Stripes, black down and moon
His destiny will blaze bright soon
Grudges and cackles lie in his path
Seared by the scarlet petals' wrath
The shout of thunder from a metal mouth
Forced to aim towards enemies uncouth
Blood of dogs, a noble soul
Aim to mend what was once whole
Covered by the verdant curtain
Can't the future for once, be certain?