Will I Survive?

My feet carried me to a forked road
Within the dark prison of forest
I must be safe, I must crack the code
I must not travel when I forebode
I need to find a safe place to rest

Both roads had suffered the sting of age
And time had worn them about the same
But one road had clear signs of human rage,
As I could read death like a page
Of a book, a talent I can claim

My two options laid there before me
One lay dark without human trace
The other painted screams of the banshee
Paranoia, what will my fate be?
Do I go deeper, or risk the chase?

I survived to tell you of this tale
As my mind used logic to say
To step into the darkness, exhale
When given the chance to bail,
You can take it, and live the next day

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