The Two Paths
What is this before me? It is a forked path where there was once a wall.
To the right...it is a worn and bloodied path...filled with nightmares and hate. Occupied by the demons spawned from the Hell Fire itself! It leads the traveller to a town of scorn and loathing. Where the metals are all stained red.
And in the sky, the clouds are so thick and dark that not the least bit of sunlight falls through, but instead this land recieves rain to take place of the warm rays of light.
No person is allowed to die in this place. They live this everyday, and they are not allowed to turn back and make their way through the path once more. The path is blocked by thick thorns that nothing weild by human can break. These thorns only open for a second to allow the newcomer into this town. When they close, anyone caught between them is forced to suffer and live with the thorns impaling their bodies for all eternity.
And too my left, it is a path appearing quite different. It is bordered by many soft and blooming bed of roses. Trees surrounding and stretching to the sky. A warmth is felt all around, and the rolling white clouds upon the blue sky makes itself known.
The path seems calm and full of joy, and at the end it seems so better. There are new comers all around, smiling and laughing and enjoying this place. There is only one who rules here, and he seems quite just. He seems filled with love and it is certain he wears a smile, though it is unsure because he does not allow himself to be seen.
The tragedy that is left unaware to the people is the melancholy existence that becomes of this supposed paradise, or nirvana. For, beneath the glamour of this place is the town to be reached from the left, and it takes only a short period of time before the falseness of the town on the right is exposed, and the screams are heard.