Bewitched By The Wishing Well
By: Glo Curl
The maid wore flowers in her hair
Locks tumbling over shoulders bare
And he, his countenance so stern
Stopped suddenly and made to turn
Before she laid him 'neath her spell
Beside the ancient wishing well
She touched his arm to bid him stay
And, flute to lips, began to play
Deep emerald eyes sought his of blue
Her flimsy dress, soft brushed with dew
Clung tightly to her slender frame
As rustling oak trees breathed her name
The girl danced widdershins around
Her captive, and the haunting sound
Invited him to close his eyes
And sleep beneath the full moonrise
He struggled hard to stay awake
Black stupor gripped him like a snake
His feet like clay as though possessed
And panic rose within his breast
Thus driven by his urge to flee
He turned away and stumbled free
And ran without a backward glance
While she played on and slowed her dance
The wild ones of the darkened wood
Now gathered where the maiden stood
The fiery fox and dainty deer
And badgers brought their young to hear
Her melody—so sweet the sound
The shyest mole nudged through the ground
And birds of every shape and size
Gave up their roost to fill the skies
The maiden called to them by name
And silently the creatures came
To share her sorrow one more time
Before she took the rope to climb
Back down the well that held her fast
A prison all these summers past
Her freedom granted each full moon
To tempt a mortal with her tune
Tonight had been so close and yet
Some four weeks more to wait and fret
Until she had another chance
To mesmerize him with her dance
To overcome his iron will
The one she'd chosen, wanted still
The one whose kiss would break the spell
And free her from the wishing well
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