The Lake

The Lake

Standing alone in the desolate place,

Gazing at my image upon the frozen lake,

I quiver beneath my bodice as the snow burns my skin.

I see a blacken shape appear beneath the ice,

Its hair flows free about its face

And deathly staring eyes.

I emit a gasp and break the ice

Freeing the dammed soul.

Her hand reached out and took my wrist,

And in one pull it was done,

Because that is when I met my fate,

By the lake so long ago