Early light. Misty morning. I call her – The lady of the lake – to me. and from the lily pads she rises, as pale and slender as a willow. No ripples from the water she. Her flaxen hair hangs heavy ‘gainst her sallow skin and yet, unsullied are the roses of her coronet. For they are but clumsy in comparison to her full grey lips and dainty, blackened fingertips. I wade out to steal her affection. To meet her reflection as she draws me in to those eternal sleeping eyes. And only then I realise... That I am sleeping too.
Reason for writing:
Another lifeless body floats away.
Birth sign: Gemini
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