Glistening in the light of the moon <br />The surface a silky black <br />Not a sound is heard <br />The trees sit still <br />And motionless <br />At Midnight Lake <br />Full of wonder <br />What lies beneath the surface? <br />No one knows <br />No one dares to disturb the water <br />At Midnight Lake <br />Even at day <br />It still looks as erie as night <br />Not one soul swims there <br />That has lived to tell the tale <br />At Midnight Lake...<br /><br />Tamara Moir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-midnight-lake/
