water

in the style of keats

**The Haunting Waters** Oh, the water, dark and deep, whispers secrets to the moon, A silvered sheen where shadows creep, where rest the lost souls too soon. In the flicker of dim twilight, it beckons with a serpent's grin, Its depths conceal the wretched plight of dreams drowned in the din. When the lantern's glow flickers low, and the nights swell with a ghostly sigh, Listen close, for spirits flow in rivulets, from whence they cry. The lapping murmurs, a sighing spree, carry tales of stolen breath, Once merry laughter, now but a plea, echoing the dance of death. O heed, ye wanderers bold and brash, the water’s song is a graveyard’s lash. For the chill that wraps around your heart shall echo with the fateful splash.