The Lake

The corner stone of drowning groans sink deep into the lake

The treasure chest of unseen jewels have turned out to be fake

While diamond prisms shaft their light and bleed into the sea

The silver fish weave crowns as bright as liquid mercury.

There she awaits the majesty of a prince that will not come

Formed in vain imagines lamenting love unsung

In arms of veils confused she sails upon forbidden water

As swordfish sever, they're forever, the spectacle, her slaughter.

So now her heart groans faint, forlorn lay destitute in shadow

A bridge of faith, a sinking ship, a shrine to all she hallowed

Surrender not to northern poles for there melts perfect passion

And breaking ice gives guise, disguised to islands of confusion.

So down she sinks into the lake disappears in darkness

While diadems of fatal fate fall broken draped in blackness

As twilight keeps a gift of sleep it guards her subtlety

So cold the grave of unspent love that bears no majesty

Medusa spreads above her head the whirlpool set to pull

The unrequited love she spent that showed she'd been a fool.