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 chest 

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