The well that was in Aberlean
Pure and Clean
Caused the death of many.
This was no wishing well turned by pennies...
Greed and spite flowed from it's lip
How it hated the town's gossip.
It poisoned folk and children rare
Fueled plants that grew poisonous pears.
Since centuries past, the well grew meaner
It bubbles with corruption
And war raged over the deathly well
"To Gods, this well's destruction!"
In the name of Aberlean, they yelled.
Relinquish or Retain
The monstrous callous wrought on the land
Raked by triumphant hands.
"Our homes, pillaged by God's own!"
The fearless farmers cried.
"To each man prone,
we mustn't lose what we so perilously had to hone."
So with one moon's night, they dug into the ill earth,
A demonic excavation,
And removed the well, who's wrath had devil inclinations.
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Submission Name: Depression Depression
