Although there is so much at stake
I still don't know which take to take.
All my ways end in a fork
leading towards swamp or lake
where a queen waits or an orc.
Here is fear that I can't fake
so I tremble and I shake
and I pray for Heaven's sake
that my country doesn't quake.
All the gestures that I make
reveal this is no piece of cake.
Thus remains my view opaque
but at least I am awake
and see the swirling watersnake!
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