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Sunday, July 16, 2006

like wind to dying candle

heavy metal door creaked open,
reveals an abyss deep in.
echoes reverberate, deafens,
when the floor contacts the feet.
groping his way he stilled to hear
the faint sound of wax drip.
hearts were lit by the candlelight
through which he could not peep.

only for a while.

the bloody sun hung burning,
but they all get shivering feet.
"let me go," they groan.
protests long as a hundred streets.

but when the door opens..
"was it all just imagined?"