The twisted, silly frayed rope,
The small grips on the tensile braid,
Looking up, the tides of wind are comforting,
And I am not afraid.
The swirls of freshly lost leaves,
The shiver of the seething static below,
Looking down, the ensnared monsters are reaching,
But I refuse to go.
Option 27: http://rtil.deviantart.com/art/wonder-what-s-down-there-96540413
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600 points, ended November 8, 2008, 20 entries
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