The Haunted Lake
Spooky my dog won’t walk there
The Haunted Lake
The lake breathes low in the dead of night,
Where shadows creep and fears take flight.
A figure glides through the misty haze,
With hollow eyes that seem to gaze.
Whispers rise from the depths below,
A chilling promise, a tale of woe.
The water stirs with an eerie sound,
As dark secrets push from underground.
Footsteps echo on the muddy bank,
A heart racing but legs won't crank.
The breeze carries a mournful call,
A warning echoing in the sprawl.
Beneath the surface, darkness stirs,
A hungry presence that softly purrs.
What lives in depths, no warmth can tame,
Is a twisted bond of fear and shame.
At the lake’s edge, shadows bend,
A terror born that has no end.
So if you’re on a moonlit walk tonight,
Keep away from the lake, or your soul it may take.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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