I wander between worlds,
Each one as before:
Vast and vacant,
Save for a lake
And you;

I cheat and shirk my bonds along the edges of your mastery,
But your grasp is
Inescapable;
Your perfect reflection stretched out before me

And in a maddened frenzy
I have drowned you a thousand times, and now once more;
Beneath the surface,
Your face serene;

You rise again,
A smile etched between your cheeks,
Sinister by design,
For it is your turn now.