The Water's Edge
A clear lake, an eerie pool of misty white,
enchanted and enhanced by the moonlight,
with a shadowy silhouette of a weary wanderer,
enticed into a beautiful musical wonder,
simply captivated by a seductive siren’s song,
her crooning call stringing him along,
until he is by the water’s edge,
and to her, his soul, he does pledge,
snaring his encumbered essence,
with her alluring song and presence,
until the water surrounds his neck,
her arms around his shoulders, lips poised to peck,
an unrelenting inscape imbiber,
claiming his soul through sucking saliva,
leaving a hollow husk, an empty body,
floating in the lake waterlogged and soggy,
while his sodden soul sinks within the deep,
stolen by the siren to forever keep,
remembered only by hungry corpse fed fish,
that make echoing ripples upon the lake’s surface.
poem by Dale Mullock
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