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When I was a little girl, People talked about The-Woman-Down-The-Well. How long had she been there? Her name was a joke, The-Woman-Down-The-Well. She came out at night When all was deathly quiet, The-Woman-Down-The-Well. No one ever spoke to her, Or passed the time of day with The-Woman-Down-The-Well. Her hair was long and matted, Her stare forlorn and bleak, The-Woman-Down-The-Well. The years went by, Went by without The-Woman-Down-The-Well. My life was jagged-edges. My thoughts were black tinged grey. The-Woman-Down-The-Well. No friends, no one to love me. I lacked the social skill. The-Woman-Down-The-Well. The lack of understanding, The half-imagined slight... The-Woman-Down-The-Well. I took to nighttime roaming, Seeking out my hidden fear. The-Woman-Down-The-Well. A dark shape overtook me, And stood to bar my way. The-Woman-Down-The-Well. “You came at last, Long called I you,” moaned The-Woman-Down-The-Well. “My time on earth is over My realm I leave to you,” shrieked The-Woman-Down-The-Well. Frail arms reached out, I sank in to the void The-Woman-Down-The-Well. My home is now my castle, I am the mistress here, The-Woman-Down-The-Well. Now danger is forgotten. Sunlight looks away from The-Woman-Down-The-Well. The dark is my dominion. Light thoughts and love, are gone. The- Woman- Down- The- Well.
11th May 2000
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