It begins in the well

Liquid turning to gas

Fully evaporated 

Bone dry


The flowers begin to wilt

Dying of thirst

It’s only source of sustenance

Lost in the night


Finally, the soul becomes restless

With no water to refresh

And no plant to nourish

The hunt grows sparse


And so, cornered

Blade dull from disuse

The soul shuts down

Unable to fight any longer


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Torch extinguished

But I’ve been here before

Hello, darkness

My old friend

In the beginning,

I tried to turn back

When that failed,

I pushed onward

Scraping the walls

Feeling my way toward salvation

But now…

Now I walk confidently

Unafraid of the path ahead

I may be in the labyrinth

But I’m retracing my steps


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