Thursday, 30 July 2009

Darkness of the Well

Alone the steps of the man echoes in forest
Daren't look behind he strode onward
Shelter or refuge may be found
Deep in the forest
There, far away a well
Maybe it give shelter to
A soul distraught as mine
Slowly the well aproaches
Climbing down he sees
A darkness invaluble
His grip looses and he falls
Into the Darkness




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