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Aug 2013
The Crystal Lake

There was some frantic pounding at my door
it was just after morn summertime, around four
and there she stood wet and bedraggled
holding her neck as if she had been strangled

Her normal austere persona was diminished
she was uttering absolute gibberish
so I sat her down patted her crown
telling her I'd make a nice cup of tea

I did dare to look back
as I walked to the kitchenette
she had a hue of blue about her
something strange I surmised

After a sweet cup of tea
she did begin to tell me
told me something was going on
something strange is at the crystal lake

She grabbed my hand
pulled me off my chair
begged me with trembling lips
to come with her to there

She was running as fast as the fury of the winds of winter
I with much struggle, was just able to keep up with her
but her desperate pleas for me to hurry
did give me strength to carry on

As we reached our destination
it looked as the lake was on fire
for the crystal lake and sky
was bathed in sapphires

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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