There in the lake lay a lady

Shrowded in comical grief

Floating forever not fading

Cued the falling leaf.

The veins running green down her arms

Dread spread across her face

Clouded in despair not so far

Was told a heartache.

Where the petals broke away

And the blood ran cold

As even the birds frayed

To the tale of old.

A rose is darling until wither strikes

‘Till the light goes dim

And it’s color wears the night

Like the shade of him.

Discarded was she, the one in the lake

Covered in shadows and leaves,

Birds perched overhead in wait

Watching crimson streams.

If ever you see a tainted water

Where it’s waves tread still

Remember the victim of sluaghter

At your own will.

Once thought she with pleasantries

A chest full of warmth

Now fed to the waters mercies

Like she was at birth.

Her morals entrusted to the hands

Of a wolf in sheep’s clothing

Bewhere the lake of the man

In whom’s trust you are holding.