The Newelsie's cart bereft of all but sense,
Down, down into the maw of death,
We had descended... until the very air echoed our progress with mocking caws and fluttery breath,
My gaze was caught and held,
As like a thing foredoomed the cart caught up with Jeff,
And left him head bereft,
Nooo! I yelled,
This place of death and caws had caught all one by one,
'Til like Judas watching Jesus burdened,
I stood alone and witnessed the track of those red murdered.
Ranted by Doomboy
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