I sit here on the edge, of uncertainty
wondering where, I should be
alligned with thee, but is this what
I need, a dagger to cut
the ties, that bind me to thee.

The edge is sharp, and undenying
truth, infact is not lying
of what one could, and can not be.

The only way, out from this dilema
is to pick, one endever
and align, forever as seen fit.

Choose the left, or choose the right
It matters not, theres always a fight
with matters of the heart, and mind wont agree
to settle on one side, I must decree
to choose the other side, in which I choose.

There are no winners, and are no loosers
in this decision, you can only choose a
side and stick with that, as time goes bye.

I choose none, with a sigh.

Misty Storm

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Midautumn, in the year 125 MA.