Lake of Voices – a poem

Fey gods have forsworn this lake

Of voices that harp of storm, of

Rain and wind, anguish and dark lives lost

To feed hunger in harmful horror

For naivete to get caught, mouths

Yawning, yawing, to catch, to trap

Corporeal spirits unwary in crossing

To find dank lapping waves

 Where once lay

Silent paradise.

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