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From the well...
The crooked narrow shadows,
creep,
mark the wayward son.
Through the night,
bent left-bent right,
after sets the sun.
Come my boy,
who beams with joy,
when lifts the veil
....in the deep
....in the dark
....in the well.
Eeeeeerie Write
Happy belated Halloween - good one for the season - Stella -