Two Paths

Two paths lay upon the wanderer,

The seeker of truth,

The bringer of light,

His conscience furiously debates,

Of the options at hand,

One paved with gold,

Laden with maidens,

Up along the way,

The second sends nothing,

But of chills down his spine,

Stained with blood,

Reeking of death,

The blood of past warriors,

Whom all chose to risk...

Whom all lay their lives...

For the sake of the reward

That lay at the end

A promise held on to

By those of faith

A promise of eternity

A certain guarantee

From the Almighty