Hellfire

[Ken Corbett]

The voice is calling me again.
The child is trapped deep down the well.
Won`t I come, she pleads in vain,
to free her from the witch`s spell.

The strands of her fair flaxen hair
float upon the rising water.
Why won`t you help me, don`t you care?
Don`t you love me like your daughter?

She lifts her slender arms to me.
More stridently does she implore.
But in the watery depths I see
The bones of those she snared before.

I lean back slowly from the lip,
cast a glance in search of stone.
Heft a boulder and with a grip
of fear I drop it on the crone.

At last the siren call is stilled.
The child arises from the well.
As I look down my blood is chilled.
I spy the raging fires of hell.

[Elle Rush]

This stirs a lot of emotion from me. Expressive and chilling writing, Ken.

[AquarianM]

I'll say - dark imagination risen to an art.

Dan