Not every path you take in life,
Will be a bed of roses.
Perchance to fate, then you will find,
A flight of steps, trailed in the late autumn season.
The road may not have prickly thorns,
But pairs of eyes do gleam through the bare branches.
A fair warning I say, for beasts roam in daylight
While serpents slither at midnight.
Journey with pride, and you shall find
Your deathbed fashioned in vines.
If greed ventures the road with you,
Be prepared when the monsters strike.
The lustful thoughts you carry from within
Will blind you with a dark kiss.
But the more you climb, the closer you are
To eternity and heavenly bliss.
If your mind is fogged with envy,
Then the path for you shall close.
The djinns of the night will follow your gluttony
As your feet scrunch in the dry red snow.
The wrath you hold cannot be matched
With the anger that boils at the creek.
Your sloth-like ways will gravely result in
A painful, never-ending streak.
Even though the darkness lies in the woods,
The trail is a shining beauty under the sun.
The good shall climb the steps in triumph,
While the sinners save themselves on the run.
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-L.J.
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