Day: Feb 18, 2021

Turquoise dragonflies are surrounding the old lake by the school,

Buzzing around in their silky exoskeletons like wealthy fools.

The ruins beside the coast are sinking shyly into the wet ground

If you dare to step a foot in the clear waters, beware of the hounds.

There used to be a town here, alive, with its pulse beating,

Now a few bricks are left, and painted walls are badly peeling.

Even if the scenery feels haunted, you haven’t seen the worst,

You haven’t stepped through the reeds, haven’t satisfied the thirst.

The sentiment might be numbing but listen carefully as you near –

Those who come back here rarely leave with anything they hold dear.

So when the lake calls and the howling water pulls you with strings,

Let go of the lost town that once ruled you,

Let go of its ghostly kings.