My destiny calls from the depths of the well,
The sound of the water my own death knell.
Spirits pass upwards and through the stone,
Leaving behind pennies people have thrown.
The well is filled with the souls of others,
All of whom strayed from the same path.
Every fate as damned as another's,
Consumed by this ancient curse's wrath.
Mysteries surround this age-old dwelling,
I, a servant of this ancient foretelling.
My heart lies at its base,
My life removed without a trace.
Came to me as I was trying to get to sleep
Well written with good rhyming.
Oh, I love this piece! As I read through, I couldn't decide if it was a "fantasy"-style piece, or a metaphor, and that made it all the more intriguing! Very well done!
Thank you It was intended as fantasy but who knows what hidden meanings you could find if you read it as an extended metaphor?
Glad you decided to write it down! Poems tend to escape so easily.
Thanks I know! So many poems that I've thought up just as I was about to sleep which I didn't write down!
<3 very beautiful
Don't you love how that happens? Trying to fall asleep and BAM! Inspiration.
It seems to be happening a lot lately; now there is a notebook permanently at my side!
Some of my most favorite poems have come from insomniatic inspiration
I love this poem! xD. My only problem with it is that you rhymed well with well in the third and fourth lines but... other than that, I do like the rhyme scheme, and I like the way it sounds when you read it out loud. It makes me wonder what the speaker's story is o3o