Hemlock and Wine (Our two masters)

At this crossroad,
Both the Saint
And the Devil
Are our masters,
One guiding,
The other misguiding,
One to be listened to,
The other to be ignored.

And as we are shown
Subtle and beautiful truths,
So too do the lies become
Cunningly fine,
To test us again and again,
Which is hemlock,
And which is wine.