As you wake, you see but gloom,
Can't see but shadow, in this room...
What is this, room you despise,
But now a glow, before your eyes...
Candles set, so far away,
And now you know, you're here to stay...
Until you make, a lasting choice,
Upon final cup, you must rejoice...
One will set, you free from here,
And the other four, are to fear...
One is freedom, a tasty dish,
And all agree, upon this wish...
One is fire, from inside,
Do you wish, this way to die?...
One is slow, awake yet dozing,
Your own escape, you'll watch it closing...
One is acid, you'll quick expire,
and you're chances, are rather dire...
Pick up this one, release the beast,
When he's roused, You soon will cease...
Now the question comes, it's your time,
To choose your final, drink of wine,
Of course that is, what you hope,
The rest of them, won't help you cope,
Red, Blue, Black, Green, Pink,
Upon these choices, you must think,
I leave you with this one last clue,
Would I dare make this easier for you? |
