Poetry – The Worm at the Bottom of the Well

There’s a worm at the bottom of the well,
that curls in it’s unkind skin.
The town around it whirls and ebbs,
but it finds no peace within.

There’s a worm at the bottom of the well
and I can hear it crying.
It’s bursting claws and oozing scales,
make living seem like dying.

There’s a worm at the bottom of the well,
they say was once a lady.
Cursed from her sweet and noble mind,
the hunger drives her crazy.

There’s a worm at the bottom of the well,
I’m soon to go and meet.
When they hang me from the cross-arm
and pour pigs blood on my feet.

There’ a worm at the bottom of the well
and they all know who she is.
But still they feed her young ripe flesh
and damn her to the abyss.