V. The Road That Was Taken
(Based on Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken")
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Two roads diverged in the misty wood,
And no way I could travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where whimpers trembled in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because an injured little girl lay thither;
Though the wolves had fled from here
The girl's life had ceased all the same,
And both that dark night equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I took my blade and sliced, if I may!
And knowing how way leads on to way,
I felt a leap of joy when her life came back.
I tell this with a peaceful repose
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one deep down suppose,
And that has made all the difference.