Tuesday, September 7, 2021

Vigil by the Lake

The seance started slowly, building up steam

until it fed the demons and the everlasting dreams

the sunsets and the lullabies never heard again

the night that the waters won and stole our only friend

His turtles and his salamanders now will run astray

with no one to care for them and nowhere to play

Everyone's heart is saddened, and heavy here tonight

to watch the boy as his soul silently takes flight

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