The Witching Well

Beneath the sprawling oaks they found their dream to hold

A country home a life of tales yet to be told

With hopes high and pockets low they crossed the threshold's spell

Unaware of the darkness lurking in the old stone well

The timbers creaked with secrets the walls held silent dread

An ancient echo whispered from the ground beneath their bed

Rooted deep in soil beneath the creaking pines

An eldritch force in the well like twisted ancient vines

Witch's fingers creeping sinking

In the husband's mind they're twisting linking