With one eye I gazed down the well
And one gazed back from waters dark
Chill stare from hidden depths
Stirred by the wind, and the drops of blood.

Mortal sight faded, veiling the world
Second sight rising nine realms revealed
Deeply I drank
What mattered the pain.

© 2005 Michaela Macha

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