Poem: Sometimes, we make the wrong choice.

When the stars align,
and the winds cry,
and signs point north,
But still, set forth

for west or south or east.

We blind our eyes,
head toward the beast
and are shocked to find
ourselves the feast.

Kariana Michelle

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