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Mystic Lake
larrylark

After walking for miles,
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crossing stiles and rivers
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you reach the pine forest.
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it was foretold
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that there's lake with an old stone
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at its centre.
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Mystics and magicians sit there,
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contemplating the vagaries
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of this sin filled curdling world.
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The surrounding forest smells sweet.
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Its cones and needles
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give scent tinted aromas,
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but the lake reeks.
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Its turgid sour waters
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black as ink
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filled with green slime.
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The mystic’s rancid bones
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rattle against the seat of stone.
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As for the magicians?
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Well they couldn’t conjure
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anything at all.
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12 Feb 17


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