Cold And Still
There’s a pool of inky blackness where the water’s cold and still,
to the clearing in the forest she returns, she has no will,
for this is where he left her when the magic took its hold
now her life is aimless, all she feels is lost and cold.
They wandered in as lovers on the pathway through the trees
dappled sunlight kissed them as they lay beneath the leaves,
the atmosphere electric, enthralled by all they saw
not knowing of the magic, or the forest’s ancient lore.
He cupped his hands that she could drink the water pure and cool,
as she drank he slipped beneath the waters of the pool,
she took the beauty of the place and never aged a day
but each year she finds she’s drawn to where the lovers lay.
Every year she finds she’s in that cold and lonely place
no warmth upon her skin or sunlight on her face,
to sit beside the pool on a hard and stony ground
while gazing at the water, tears fall without a sound.
Today she thinks she sees a distant smile upon his lips
a face within the water, dare she touch with fingertips,
cascading ripples cross the pool, her wrist is held by force
she pulls with all her might against the evil source.
The battle is soon over, the surface smooth and calm
just what is it that grabbed her and pulled her by her arm,
are they reunited now, their innocence no more
bounded by their love surrendered to the core.
The pool is cold and still once more, but life begun a new
everything is green and lush, the water deepest blue,
the canopy above your head will rustle in the breeze
the magic spell is broken, here amongst the trees.
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