The Man In The Well

One dark and scary, eerie night.
A man came, he was such a sight.
He scared me down the hill below,
and this is what I have come to know.

He is the man in the well.
Where he is from I cannot tell.
Dark and scary, haunting down there,
All I could do was stare.

He caught me once, this I must tell.
He tried to take me down to his hell.
I felt the pull of his crazed eyes.
My heart jumped, my soul just dies.

He had me all to his own.
I knew my soul was gone.
Down the deep, dark hole we fell.
Moaning, I knew he was taking me to hell.

Cuffs, chains, whips, and rope.
I was left with no hope.
Kicking, screaming, begging, pleading.
All that did was tell him he was succeeding.
So I ran away, and ran away fast.
Now I am here telling you my past.

So listen to me, and heed my warning.
Or tis you who will not last till morning.
"Run, Run, yes Run I say!"
Or you will not last till the end of this day.

Race down the hill, and stop for nothing.
For tis you he is now hunting.
If he takes you down the hole.
You will be loosing your immortal soul.
I stay here and guard the well.
So he can take no more to his hell.~~