blood and wine are thicker than water

two paths lay ahead-
both rich and deep and red

one is crimson and warm;
it’s where you were born
and where you remember
all of your first days;

one is violet and cold;
it’s a temptation like no other.
with it, you’ll be happier,
and warm despite the frost

the blood is where you came from,
a child coated red

but the wine is where you followed,
and told never to stray

when you must choose between them
think about the choice

of the blood that ties you to this world,
or the wine that brings you joy