" Wrath crawled out from the well,
on direction from Hell,
to get back what it once lost.
With vengeance in mind,
it set out to find,
a specified soul to accost.

When the Hell-well beckoned,
Mother’s will now reckoned,
her dead soul now wholly enslaved.
Embodied in a rotting husk,
the corpse reeked of putrid musk,
her being wholly depraved. "

― , Penny Willan and the Well: A Fairy Tale of Ode