The Well

The Well The Watcher watches all the watchers, for the Watcher knows That what the watchers are watching, is something to behold. But what are they watching? The Watcher can’t tell. For it appears to be only a plain looking well. The Watcher asks and pleads for the watchers to state, Why they are watching this plain looking well and what is it’s fate. But the watchers don’t budge, they don’t make a peep. Why they are watching, that secret they will keep. The Watcher is frustrated, he wants to know, why? The Watcher gets ANGRY! so mad he may cry. He YELLS! at the watchers, he abuses by voice! But the watchers keep watching like they don’t have a choice. The Watcher watches their faces he studies their stance, The Watcher looks on for hours, not just a glance. Curiosity sets in, the anger subsided. “I’ll examine this well” the Watcher decided. The Watcher scans the surroundings, then peers the inside. Too dark to see bottom - a good place to hide. The Watcher looks, he stares, he steadies his gaze. A peculiar scent arose, put his head in a daze. He stumbles backward, refocuses eyes. The Watcher stands like a statue, can’t move but he tries. He stares at the sight, can hardly believe. Frozen by fright, there will be no reprieve. The Watcher stands and he stares like the watchers before him. All the watchers scared stiff, the sight dreadful and so grim. The watchers all watching, all watching in line. The watchers keep watching, bound to watch throughout time. There they all stand watching that plain looking well when... A new watcher happens upon them, starts watching, and then...