Vault of Years. A poem.

I crawl the vault of years,
hunched and broken,
bereft and decaying.
Unforgiven and unforgiving,
trapped in webs of deceit,
waylaid in poisonous shrouds.
Are you here to free me?
Or join the gallery?
Come crawl this vault of years
with me until eternity.

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