The Well
Don’t go on down to the well
The place where Elouise once fell
Near the black rocks and broken shells
Her little secret, never hers to tell
When she returned, something had changed
Something different, something strange
A flicker in her eyes, quite deranged
Soon the townspeople would live in fright
Stories about what had happened that night
Into their beds, children were tucked in tight
Warned about what may, about what might
The last I heard, Elouise left this place
Some still hear screams come from that space
Smiling in the dark water, I’ve seen her face
Heed my warning, bright and clear
I do not mean to instill fear
On nights like this, hold your bible near
And run like hell, if her song you hear
AP 5/1/09
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