The well...
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The well...
Standing at the Pilgrims well,
Stone laid circle and wooded pale.
Broken down by years and age,
Slant a little by winded rage.
Standing there a ghost it seems,
Like the kind in movie scenes.
Dressed in white with sign in hand,
Written red dripping sand.
This sand doesn't come from beaches will,
Instead the Sand Man and all his ill.
my name is written upon the sign,
Dreams and death have crossed the line.
© Lestat de lioncourt. All rights reserved
Stone laid circle and wooded pale.
Broken down by years and age,
Slant a little by winded rage.
Standing there a ghost it seems,
Like the kind in movie scenes.
Dressed in white with sign in hand,
Written red dripping sand.
This sand doesn't come from beaches will,
Instead the Sand Man and all his ill.
my name is written upon the sign,
Dreams and death have crossed the line.
© Lestat de lioncourt. All rights reserved
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