A field of green, <br />split four ways <br />by a crossroad. <br />One leads to the future. <br />One leads to a castle. <br />One leads to an island. <br />And one leads to the <br />darkness of men’s <br />souls and the heartless <br />ones set free by <br />misshapen keys.<br /><br />Danielle Martens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crossroads-31/
