The Well

A well of crystal clear water, untainted potentiality Dug deep in the ground by a house of motionless morality Refined, dainty dwellers of the house were abounding But howling winds of doubt on the door came a pounding The winds brought dark clouds of fear and foreboding Faith, hope, truthfulness and fidelity have begun eroding Whence the warlike, wailing winds came there is no telling But once the whispers began, of them there was no quelling The master of the house was enticed and by fear persuaded His judgment faded and the cosmic for the telluric he traded Promised he was nothing, perhaps mere elemental existence But with blind persistence he thirsted for his own subsistence “Drown your past, smother your pride, and stifle your dignity, The price for your precious prize will be a mark of infamy” One by one the master sacrificed and slaughtered his brood Lifeless, they were all thrown in the well after being subdued The water once crystal clear turned murky, opaque and dim Existence to the master was granted, but life became grim He stands by the well, peering into the bottomless, abysmal pit Forever thinking to undo this unhallowed story he`d writ