Two roads diverged

And one submerged

Below the route that all maps urged,

Where most would naturally go –

The overground pathway

Trampled underfoot toe by toe

By those who would not stray

And make their own way,

But down below

I chose to go

Where demon sprites

And hell-fire bright

Warned off the bravest souls.

I was sure I wouldn’t return

I was sure the way back would burn,

But what do you suppose I learned?

Oh, you’ll never know,

Along this path you’ll never go,

But believe me when I tell you this –

There are things you should not miss

Down there in that abyss.

(c) Gemma Hinton 2015