By GP Hyde
You crept into my chamber, as the moon
shone weakly on my sleeping state, abandoned
in drowsy reverie. You took my soul
while I slumbered, sprang through the open
window, landing on the turf below. You slunk
towards the clearing in the Forest where
the Dark Pond lies. You clutched me by my ankle
(as the legend requires) and slowly
lowered me into the blackened depths.
The waters closed above me until I sprang refreshed,
with strength renewed and with my mission
of revenge now glowing within my mind.