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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
Written by staggerlee (Paul Martin)
Published | Edited 16th Aug 2015
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