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The lake at night
I cast a tear,
For what is won and lost .
And all that lies in between.
I throw a stone,
Down to the deep.
Where fat plke
Cruise with murderous intent.
A midnight mist .
Descends from the heavens .
That crawls,
Like lazy apparitions,
Across torn moonlight reflection.
Them faraway trees,
are a sinister shape,
And the call of the wild
warns of crisis ahead.
Soon I'm swallowed .
By the spectral haze
Where the ghosts of the living
Talk to the dead
For what is won and lost .
And all that lies in between.
I throw a stone,
Down to the deep.
Where fat plke
Cruise with murderous intent.
A midnight mist .
Descends from the heavens .
That crawls,
Like lazy apparitions,
Across torn moonlight reflection.
Them faraway trees,
are a sinister shape,
And the call of the wild
warns of crisis ahead.
Soon I'm swallowed .
By the spectral haze
Where the ghosts of the living
Talk to the dead
Published 19th Nov 2013
| Edited 16th Aug 2015
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