Two paths ahead in our Haven wood,
We certainly cannot travel both
And be one player know I should
play my heart as hard I could
having taken that diplomatic oath.
 
Then thought the other, no time to spare,
And bearing perhaps a faster fall
takes no effort, but a cross to bear
and despite to others be it not quite fair
I could submit no moves at all.
 
Both that morning equally lay
To order my guys, or let them lack
Oh I think for yet another day
Yet knowing how games go on to play
Even if I should show some slack.
 
I shall not tell this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
For two paths there were in our wood, and I
I took the path to order my
Every single last unit since.
 
 
 
Moves tomorrow!
-mike