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What would happen if Mr.Frost had

taken the wrong road?


Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other as just as fair

And having perhaps the better claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear

Though as for that, the passing there

Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet, knowing how way leads onto way

I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence

Two roads diverged in a wood

And I took the one less traveled by

And that has made all the difference


What if that road lead to horrors never imagined?

I've been down that road.  Late at night when the moons

face shown bright as day.

I have heard the voices that whisper on the wind as they

pass through trees as old as time itself.

I have felt the very breath of hell upon my neck as I ran

helplessly searching for freedom.

I have felt the flesh tear from my bones as I was slung

to and fro by the unholy beast.

I have lain half covered by leaves neither dead nor alive

as the smell of blood asulted my nose.

27 days and nights have I waited for my time.

For you see tonight is my night.  The moon shall once again

show her face to me and I will rise up and go back to where the

two roads meet in that yellow wood.

I shall grin to myself as I stare down the road less traveled

From whence I was reborn and I will head purposefully

now down the other.

For now my hunger is at full rage and the path more traveled leads

to where YOU sleep and dream and wait for me.

Slumber this last night of life and dream sweet dreams I can

no longer remember.  For tomorrow you live no more.

Listen for the howl on the night's wind and shiver to the bone.

I am at hand and my hunger will not wait.

Damned those two roads that met in that yellow wood that day

and my stupid sense of adventure.

For I also took the road less traveled by

And that has made all the difference


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