They passed the cup around, each man taking a swig and wetting his lip with the foam. It came to me, and I drank.
This is my confession by the well;
I was weak, can't you tell?
Like all men, I am a man:
We fail to do what we can.
We're tempted by so many things,
and I was tempted by the kings—
to be like them, standing out and fitting in,
contorting myself to sin.
But by the well, my thirst, desire un-curst, for life, for deep, clean, cold water, for you…is it too late to be true?
Tale Told 