I want to rip myself in two,
To walk down both these roads with you;
There’s fire at the end of each,
Of love, of war, both out of reach.

Down this first path, I’d be with you,
We’d hold each other tight.
A lover, but a fighter, too,
I’d have you as my light.

But down the other, in the fray,
I’d bathe myself in blood.
A fighter, though my love would stay,
As I make war in burning flood.

I’m standing at these crossroads,
Unable to decide.
Hecate, harsh, my heart goads,
As these flames scorch my sides.

– Joseph Aldridge, 2017