The Lake

He said,

I'll take you somewhere pretty; I'll take you somewhere new,

In his leather seated car burning bright red against the blue,

I looked out his window, glazed with dirt from a different time,

And I hoped the boy beside me knew the way in his pretty mind.

The forest outside was green and the sky was turning black

But we kept on driving, wheels all turning on the dirty track.

The car slowed down and the sky turned dark,

Car doors slamming on nature we wandered through the park,

He took my hand, his was warm and cracked,

As we raced through the night and the green forest black.

It was only when we stopped I knew the place that we had found,

Was the witch's lake from long ago, lying dark without a sound.

He said,

This is where it started; this is where it was,

Years ago, a different time, a young witch fell in love,

The young man was a villager, the witch was all alone

And lost in the forest late one night, she brought him to her home.

It was love at first sight by this lake, for the witch and her young beau,

But following that night, the man had left, gone with morning glow.

Bitter with rage and jealousy, the young witch had it planned,

She stole into the night, headed to the town that kept her man,

She found him in the bed of course, with a pretty, sweet, young lass,

And the witch realised quickly that their love was nothing but that night of last.

She cursed him then and there, and the stars fell from his eyes,

As she cursed him with her love and loss that led to their demise,

Legend says the jealous witch, carried him to this place,

And deep in the depths of this dark water are the deeds she couldn't face,

And one step into that mystic water could seal a lover's fate,

A life of watching life pass them by, imprisoned by a small, dark lake.

He said,

Don't go near that water, it's time for us to leave,

But my mind kept drifting back to that placid lake filled with so much grief,

No longer did his words hold me, so much as that silent place,

No longer were his pretty lips upon my pretty face.

My phone would ring, my computer would buzz and still we never met,

Because upon my lips and in my mind, was a lake from that dark let.

It was almost two months later, that I decided on my time,

To take a bag and take my car and return to that lake of life,

The constant buzzing of my phone was drilling in my ears,

I knew he knew what I was doing but I drove on to that lake of tears.

I found it,

It was long ago dark, and I could barely make out the pool,

But the cool dark liquid called to me, called to me, a lover's fool,

I stripped off that dark red dress; I let my hair fall loose,

And into that dark surface I dipped my toe in that black noose.

It felt like I'd been dehydrated, and I'd never known I was,

Steps too quick for my feet I tripped into that dark swamp.

It was only when I was under water that I finally saw clear,

A villager, dead and decaying, a gift for that witch so near,

I screamed a drowning noise and the hands reached out to grab me,

I heard him yelling out my name as that young witch began to drag me,

The lake surface was clear and still no one would ever know,

That dark witch had me screaming, dying in the liquid, dark depths below.

He said,

I know she was here, my long gone lover, on that night so long ago,

When a pretty, young girl went missing, vanished, without a trace or know.

I watch him from those depths, with his new lover in his arms,

He'll never know how close I am, how I miss that boys small charms.

They turn and walk away from death as if walking from a bank,

And I feel myself go sinking, sinking down to my watery grave.

She'll heed his warning this time, and what she'll never know,

Is that her lovers dead ex-girlfriend waits, in the watery darkness below.