Upon a road, where shadows creep,
A rain-soaked country road did softly weep,
A fateful choice, a whispered plea,
The dye was cast, eternally.

The air hung thick, a somber shroud.
Where secrets whispered, softly bowed,
The town’s heart, a muted drum,
Beneath a sky where darkness numbed.

A soul adrift, in weary plight,
Made a decision, dark and night.
A turning point, a crucial test,
The threads of fate, now interwoven, blessed.

With trembling hands, the color spread.
A vibrant hue, a life was shed.
In hues of crimson, deep and bold,
A story etched, a tale unfolds.

The raindrops fell, a rhythmic beat.
Upon the pavement, cold and neat,
Reflecting light, a fleeting gleam,
As destiny’s imprint, a silent dream.

The road stretched onward, dark and vast,
The dye’s effect, a legacy amassed.
A change of heart, a whispered known.
Beneath the heavens, gray and low.

And though the rain may cease to fall,
The dye’s effect will forever call.
A mark of choice, a solemn grace,
Upon the road, in time and space.

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