Wishing Well

This was just a 2 minute sketch that I did but any critique would be appreciated very much

I rendered you at old wishing well
Forsook your soul for filtered wine
My coin had clattered cold, and fell
In darkness filled with pantomimes

I minced your wish in mince-meat smiles
And threw its husks to sweet-meat swine
I choked you out and traced the miles
Evolved from pathways to your mind

And so my love in pattern, dwells
Beside your grave, my wishing well.