Oh The Well
In the center of our town
down down on N’amark street
houses divide into a circle
and there in the center the well sits
For years its waters ran the town
people gathered to fill their pails
and drank its clear and cooling draught
and washed their feet, hands, and hair
But on one mourn of hallows eve
when Mayor Colmbert took drunken steps
and stumbled to the wells small wall
then threw himself into its darkened depths
Only one can recount the tale
small Mary Pritchart watched it all
and heard the mayors laughing laughing
then distant splash ending his fall
Oh the well sits unused
once so clear, its waters now brown
they say its the body that was never found
the sealed up well in the center of town
The Oh The Well by Lurking Fear, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.