BEWARE! The Fork Is Sharp.
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Weird poem... on today's prompt: fork in the road.

BEWARE! The Fork Is Sharp.

Two roads diverged into a wood,

Two roads diverged into a wood, Two paths, fate untold.

Two roads diverged into a wood, Two paths, fate untold. Both unmarked, yet differed greatly.

Two roads diverged into a wood, Two paths, fate untold. Both unmarked, yet differed greatly. Upon both, a blindfold worn,

Two roads diverged into a wood, Two paths, fate untold. Both unmarked, yet differed greatly. Upon both, a blindfold worn, Led by Fate's forceful grasp.

Upon came a wandering traveler,

Upon came a wandering traveler, Only possession, the clothes on his back.

Upon came a wandering traveler, Only possession, the clothes on his back. A furtive glance upon both paths,

Upon came a wandering traveler, Only possession, the clothes on his back. A furtive glance upon both paths, He sighed and debilitated.

Upon came a wandering traveler, Only possession, the clothes on his back. A furtive glance upon both paths, He sighed and debilitated. Upon decision, he walked on the right,

Upon came a wandering traveler, Only possession, the clothes on his back. A furtive glance upon both paths, He sighed and debilitated. Upon decision, he walked on the right, For the right held the last remnants of light.

False dawn held his last wish,

False dawn held his last wish, As upon the end of the path held...

False dawn held his last wish, As upon the end of the path held... Nothing.

Fumbling about in the dark, shoes in hand.

Fumbling about in the dark, shoes in hand. He was found there, eyes glazed.

Fumbling about in the dark, shoes in hand. He was found there, eyes glazed. It seemed that the fork in the road was not so friendly,

Fumbling about in the dark, shoes in hand. He was found there, eyes glazed. It seemed that the fork in the road was not so friendly, As upon the man's gravestone, it read:

"Here lies (name), whose back is sharp from a fork stab!" ... Do you get it, backstabber?...

This was just a weird poem thingy. Please don't judge! I promise, back to normal tankas or poems tomorrow!

Thanks for reading!

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