Threnody

Before the mighty walls
of despair
a lost soul falls,
and there,
betwixt the doors of heaven and hell,
he builds himself
a wishing well.
’till promises impossible to keep
a mire,
a raging fire become,
consuming sleep,
and where the end of misery lies
is where the soul is saved.
Or dies.

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