Choices Already Made

Another old poem!

Falling off a cliff-

Scrabbling for purchase-

Just barely hanging on.

Only a paw, dripping with blood.

Only a web, pulsing with souls.

Holding me paused, frozen prey.

A spider beneath, a wolf above.

How can I choose?

"Stay and play," Say the wolves.

Their muzzles a flash of terrifying teeth.

"Embrace your fate," Says the spider.

Weaving as it speaks.

Life's mist and dew, smoke and ash.

All a lie, all a truth.

Nearly gone, almost over.

The end won't matter,

For we'll all fall down.