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Mystic Lake

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

12 Feb 17

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