I feel as if I ought to send A warning out to one and all: Beyond the bend's a cliff, a fall, A tragedy, a blur, a blend Into a gorgeous, awful end. And then inconsequentially What would become of you and me? Ah! Let it come here anyway. Yes, Come tomorrow. Come today! Embrace the opportunity.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the challenge is to use “blend” as a rhyming word in the A lines. The poem has ten lines with rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.