The Unfathomed Lake
I found myself upon the cusp of a lake
As in a dream from which I could not wake
The trees stilled, breath-taken and held
Then, the lake's borders broke and swelled
"To me," it crooned, "you come and shall fall"
"Beneath my wave's sweet beck and call."
Its words held upon the air like mist
I wept for I could not resist
One step, then two, in to the freezing grasp
As they lapped upon my chestÂ
I let forth a strangled gasp
The waves climbed higher still
Till the lake did have its fill
My eyes then closed and warmth did find
Death kissed, my spirit leapt from my mind
Dark, then, sweet dark
Did snuff my life's dim spark
Wow, I really liked it.