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
Like roots they spread through thoughts once pure
A vile infestation with no known cure
The husband once a gentle man of calm and loving gaze
Now finds his thoughts ensnared in a twisted maddening maze
A whispering voice like water's drip wore away his will
The witch of the well with her ancient spite his mind to fill
In the silence of the night her incantations breed
Seeds of violence in his heart a darkling poisonous weed
Where once he saw his lover's eyes now a stranger's met his look
For the witch's vile augury his very soul had shook
Witch's fingers creeping sinking
In the husband's mind they're twisting linking
Like roots they spread through thoughts once pure
A vile infestation with no known cure
Unseen beneath the season's shift the witch's will unfurled
A puppeteer of flesh and bone in a quaint pastoral world
A man once kind now a tempest a storm of rage and fright
A family's dream now captive to a malevolent parasite
The husband's heart now cold and cursed the witch's venom deep
Once joyous walls now echo loss their sorrow vast and steep
His family torn their love undone beneath her shadow's glance
A quiet for-sale sign now sways the end of their last dance