Whispering Darkness.
A Chilling Poem on the Haunted Well of Death

In the heart of the woods, so dark and deep
Lies a well, where horrors always creep
A place of darkness, where no light can shine
Where fear and death, forever intertwine
The well of death, its waters black
A place where souls, forever lack
The peace they seek, in the afterlife
For in its depths, they're trapped in strife
The whispers from the well, they call
Tempting all who hear its thrall
A siren's song, so full of dread
Drawing you near, to join the dead
The well, it thirsts, for life and blood
Its victims, they sink, with a sickening thud
Their screams, they echo, through the night
A chilling sound, that chills with fright
The darkness, it swallows, all who dare
To venture close, to this cursed lair
For in its depths, lies only death
And those who enter, will draw their last breath
So heed my warning, and stay away
From the well of death, where horrors play
For in its waters, lies only pain
And to enter, is to join the slain.
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