Welcome to My Poetry Site
The Well - Part 3
I threw some tube down,
In the moss-covered well.
I knew it would come back,
That I can tell.
Cultists climbed up the rope,
Out of the very well.
And knocked on my door,
To come inside as a shelter.
Feasting much inside,
I saw their daggers
In the cold night.
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
The Well - Part 3
The Well - Part 3