The chapel well

There was a cubby hole under the stone stairs
Within the old chapel 
Where the Priest said his prayers

Tho the Priest passed away bygone years ago
His chants could still be heard 
from the cubby hole below

Mantras echoed thru the hollows
In the ancient chapel walls
The priest’s intonations
His chilling, creepy calls

Ne’er another spirit dwelled in the chapel
After the priest’s mortality
There was not another soul

Some say one can hear him
bellowing from beyond 
Begging for his mercy
from the forsaken
Well hole

Father fell to his doom
down into the darkness
He had been pulling on the ropes
Of the rusty ringing bell

His body fell deep through the floorboards
from the ruined bell tower
The priest lies for eternity
In the crumbled chapel well