Two paths diverge in a narrow wood
and I, driven by ambition,
deviate from reality and
choose another dimension.

Two doors appear;
I close my eyes.
I favor blind fear,
letting nightmares
brush my eyelids.

Some say that dreams
are a tribulation
a battle wrought
between day and night.
In a garden of tangled vines
I throw myself against the thorns
to contemplate what darkness sees.

Monsters must go about their business, too.