A lake where many faced their deaths <br />A lake of wisdom, sorrow and of hate <br />A lake into which she stepped <br />Taking control of her own fate <br />Pulled deep beneath what naked eye could see <br />Into the depth of the lakes heart <br />Only to emerge from deep beyond <br />In a gown of death <br /> With a thousand blood clotted pearls <br />Around her head <br />Seeing what’s on the other side <br />Returning from the land of death <br />Embraced by the master of lust <br />In an image of his bride to be <br />For one final glimpse of sun’s golden rays <br />Forever to walk in the shadows of the flames below <br />Mourning her loss <br />Her loss of a lover she once held so dear <br />Hoping to repent her sins <br />And face her life of misery and scorn<br /><br />Dmitriy Kokarev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bride-of-death/
