Judgement

It was at a choicest gate
at which just yesterday, I stood.
Beyond the door were two roads of fate,
down which I did keenly look.

At the end of the paths, I did see two trees
on whose branches sitting, were two ferocious beasts.

They smiled at me, and I did too
for shone above them was holy light.

One was red- Love was he-
yet his path was black as night.

His brother on the neighboring branch,
shook his head, beckoning me to come.

For he spotted my great desire,
to Love I willed to succumb.

His face was earth, his light so dark,
his path equally so.

I willed not to go down his flight,
I recognized not his groan.

It was at a choicest gate
and most tempest was my choice.
I now look back, it is too late:
Judgement forsook me, it did twice.

O judgement, be thou beast or priest:
noble intellect.
I did once shake my head at thee,
at your path I must now set!