Hel’s Eyes

A rancid, warmly wet
Darkness,
And only faint sobbing
Moans
To compete with the

Dead-leaf rustle of
Unseen insects.

No light can ever shine here.

Where are the ledges?
Where are the stairs?

Here is something broken.

© 2006 Sorn Skald

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