My hateful thoughts go in the well,
My bad emotions I do sell.
But it draws me back,
And what do the beings in the well lack?
They try to touch me and suck me in,
But this I of course do win!
For the Cultist pulls me away,
By grabbing me gone from the scene.
Now in the house I watch,
Through the window it does match.
And always the snow is there,
But I don't know where...