The Feast


There she goes, falling

Down into the unconquerable abyss

Lost inside herself

There’s no escaping

The terrible monsters that live in her soul

They lurk in the looming blackness

Waiting for their chance to feast

Controlled by the last illuminating piece

It flashes, it blinks,

And then…



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