We, the black beast of the two heads,
wake in the heart of the cave
Grumble with rage at the wakener
such brave for so foolish a knave.
We untangle our wings and our legs
scrape rock with the sharp of our talons
smoke slowly trails from our nostrils
as we slide forth to seek the challenge.
Alone in the dark we, the hunter
through many eyes see us a vision
On the left and the right there are tunnels
but it's hard for us to make a decision.
One head is dead set on a left heading
The other on traveling right
Sadly we're joined in the middle
So either we stay here or fight.
An eye on the right catches movement
Something black, clickety-clack, darted past
The eyes on the left did not see it
They looked but the thing was too fast.
Reliant as we are on the input
of one lonely eye with dim vision
We debate about waiting or chasing
decisions, decisions, decisions.
Of Course I give chase, but I'm dragging
My left side, who's not very bright
It's true that we came up empty but
That doesn't mean eye wasn't right.
Samantha Jayne Frost
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