Wishing Well

Tales of the withered old wishing well

And the powers with which it came

Appear in tales told across the world

An enchanted well granting wishes so they claim

Travelers appeared from near and far

Some wishes small, while others grand

They’d toss a coin, their eyes screwed shut

And wish and wish, to the well they’d command

But unbeknownst to them

Those who closed their eyes to wish

Swimming within the wishing well

A kindred spirit with magic to give

For hundreds of years, she answered their calls

Helping who she could from down in the dark

Her magic brought miracles, gave life and joy

Her granted wishes gave the hopeless a hopeful spark

But as the years went by, her magic slowly dwindled

Disappeared with the wells stolen reserve

Human greed wasted her magic away

And the wishing well dried without a single concern

With her magic gone, wishes became lost with the wind

She could hear their prayers, hold their offerings still

But with no way to grant them, she simply sat by

And legends faded just as they always will

Visitors have since stopped coming

And her spirit grows ever lonely with the years

No magic to help, no offers come with calls

The well’s dried up so all she has are her ever growing tears

She cries for the girl who tosses away her only coin

Tears fall as she wishes a wish that can’t come true

She cries for the little boy who wishes do be strong

And wishes herself for their wishes to be too

After all, a wishing wells not a wishing well

If the wishes are never granted

But no matter the wishes thrown to the wishing well

To the wisher, may never be handed.