Rotten smell.
Stale water.
In this well –
a monster.
Twisted horns,
horrid maw –
a wild beast!
You would know...
You entrapped it in there,
but to leave, don't you dare.
It is stuck
in the dark –
cannot run
nor attack.
The beast calls
from the pit –
you can hear
it weep.
You entrapped it in there...
Its sad cries, you must bear.
Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 10:23 PM UTC
Rotten smell.
Stale water.
In this well –
a monster.
Twisted horns,
horrid maw –
a wild beast!
You would know...
You entrapped it in there,
but to leave, don't you dare.
It is stuck
in the dark –
cannot run
nor attack.
The beast calls
from the pit –
you can hear
it weep.
You entrapped it in there...
Its sad cries, you must bear.
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