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