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The Well

Rooted in place
I can't break away
Nor can I fathom
Why I must stay

In front of this well,
soon to be red
I can't tear myself from the bottom
where I see visions of dread

My entire life flashes
before my very eyes
And as the scythe meets my neck
I grow old and die.

by AngelicDarkness
posted on 06/12/2013

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Comments: 2

Comment by prettyspl: Jul 17, 2013 11:42 am
Yikes ... Short and sweet! LOL Nice little piece of darkness, I appreciate this.
Comment by PoeticPrincess: Jun 13, 2013 3:44 am
Dark with powerful imagery, I really enjoyed this, great write!

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