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When I reached the well

I was dry as a naked rock

In my crazed desperation

I tried to drink and sealed my fate

For you see, the rope

Was a braid of human hair

And the smell that rose

Was the stench of drowning death

I gazed at the black eye

Saw the talons rise from the dark

Two birch-like arms

Dragged me down in the maw

Of the well-dwelling witch