Dungeon Imp

On the dark, dancing edge

Of candle flame’s tiny

Tortured shadow

A small blind imp

Pours  long-hoarded

Poison into the

Dungeon’d angels goblet,

Praying that nothing,

Oh please let there be

Nothing watching,

For this is

The only hope,

The only help

It can offer.

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3 thoughts on “Dungeon Imp

  1. I feel quite desperate for the imp.

  2. Chatty Owl says:

    Desperate imp. Cheated by you too, as you were secretly seeing it all! 🙂

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