The Rook Not Taken

I've decided to start posting chess-related parodies of famous poems. Why, you ask? Because I can. Seriously, I have no idea why. Anyway, my first poem is based on Robert Frost's famous poem "The Road Not Taken". Enjoy, and if you have any ideas or suggestions, feel free to post them below!

The Rook Not Taken

Two rooks stood forked on a board of wood,
And sorry I could not take them both
Within one move, long I stood
And thought down one line as far as I could

To where it descended to the unknown;

Then I took the other, on that square,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it obviously wanted to be there;
Though as for that the capture here
They’d played them both about the same,
And both variations equally lay
With moves no GM had already slain.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how play leads on to play,
I doubted I should ever see it again.
I shall be telling of this game with a sigh
Sometime ages and ages hence:
Two rooks stood forked on a board of wood, and I-
I took the one less analyzed,
And that has made all the difference.