The Banshee Cries and You Decide . . .

A cross roads
Take this one or take that one
One leads you to what you want
The other gives you what you have
Which one will you choose

The banshee cries to the moon
As the time comes upon you to decide
You watch as a creatures gather
You look into their glowing eyes
Searching for answers
Do you take the easy way out?

You sit and think in your throne
While the dirt and sand swirl around you
Creating a shield one does not dare to penetrate
You weigh your options
Of the cross roads
Not sure which way to go

What if you choose wrong?
Will you be able to go back?
The banshee cries again
Waiting for your word
Which way will you go?
Only the banshee will ever know