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.