The Midnight Drowning

Sarah and Jake went down to the lake

Against their grandmother’s wishes,

They were warned of the risk but couldn’t resist,

They wanted to see the fishes.

“It’s wet and it’s cold, I know that I’m old,

But you also know that I’m right”.

Gran’s warnings weren’t heeded, and they both proceeded

To creep out in the dead of the night.

The wind did pull, and the moon was full,

A storm brewed up in the sky.

They ran through the forest where vision was poorest,

And the trees all seemed to sigh.

Down to the lake the children did make

Their way right up to the water.

Not a thought in their head of returning to bed,

Like they both knew they really ought to.

They searched through the murk where fishes might lurk,

They were sure the creatures were there.

A fearful frisson and the weather had risen,

But they didn’t seem to care.

It soon became clear that something was near,

A horror so cold and medieval.

In the dead of the night, they both got a fright,

By a vision both loathsome and evil.

For there in the lake the children could make,

Out dozens of corpses, decayed.

Their faces were pale, and their voices did wail,

Bemoaning what fate had them paid.

“We have lain here for years and shed many tears,

For us it is plainly too late.

We shunned the rules clearly, we paid a price dearly,

We could have avoided this fate.

But now that you’re here, it’s too late we fear,

To search out the help that you crave.

We’re not used to lying, there’s no use in crying,

Lay down in your watery grave.”

And that I’m afraid is the tale that was made,

Of these kids in their grim swimming pool.

The moral is this: to not be remiss,

And obey your guardian’s rule.

Copyright Kelly Evans

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