by Nick Gisburne
The choice is stark, but simple: black, or white?
Embrace your fears, your fantasies. Or not
Each poisoned path will pull you into night
Be bold, or be abandoned, left to rot
Beyond the great divide on which you sit
In seas and skies where shapes and shadows spread
Take everything, or nothing. Choose. Commit
But know the word can never be unsaid
Surrender to a secret, stolen chant
Or swim in deeper, darker states of mind
Decide. Abandon emptiness. Recant
By this you will forever be defined
If white is not the purity you lack
Your choice, your dream, your destiny, is black
