Magdalena Ingram
4/16/2010
Writing Fiction and Poetry
Sitting upon the earths bright edge
The surface like a mirror
The cursed body of Lake Lyn
Its waters bright and clear
Above the lake in darkened sky
The moon joins with the night
And children fallow in a line
A Fairies graced witchlight
Into the lake it beckons them
Its voice was like a song
The children tranced by such a sound
Danced merrily along
Beneath the glass with open eyes
They saw white hair so fine
And with graced hands, Fae tempted them
With golden fruit and wine
While all partook just one did not
The face of one young boy
He stared at them, his mouth agape
His eyes alight with joy
The music starts and "Come," they call,
"There's no need to be coy."
They gathered up and danced around
The life of one young boy
His body sways and spins around
And with the beat he jigs
But as he danced he did not know
It was his grave he digs
He danced around so full of bliss
His feet a bloody mess
But as the glow fades from his face
His body wants to rest
They take him and away he goes
The life that Fae destroyed
Amongst the blood there lays one thing,
The body of that young boy
