Unrelated poem

I haven't posted in a long time. That's a fact. I have a valid reason. I could go on and tell you why. But, any sort of apology just wouldn't seem sincere. It probably isn't.

So, here's an unrelated poem.

For every path, and for its every fork,
Every trail with grass that is trod,
For seas crossed and oceans seen,
Clear crimson clouds cut through,
For bird-songs heard at the tranquil dawn,
And the day spent basking in the sun,
For every sweet scent on a gentle breeze,
Every touch of a caring hand,
And every damsel saved,

Remember that there is always a twin,

A road not taken and a choice not made,
An unseen trail that leads to a rainbow,
A clear crystal lake and a river unseen,
A storm-cloud raging and spewing its fury,
The cry of a vulture piercing the wind,
And a cold, dark winter with a blanket of snow,
There is the stench of blood from a battlefield,
A wrinkled palm soon to be dust
And a succubus drawing out your blood.*

 *Alternate ending available on FB.
That's it. Too profound for my usual writing?