It’s a lake,
deep and placid.
Touched by none.
Hidden, it lies,
deep within the forests
that I did build myself.
And I sleep in ignorance.
I sleep within myself.
Oh! Knights did come.
But they tried to cut through.
They slashed and cut.
And it hurt.
Defeated, they turned back.
Doing enough to forget what lied within.
There were others,
who wandered, got lost.
Could never go back or reach within.
There were few who did reach.
But only to quench their thirst
and wash their fatigue.
And they never bothered to turn.
Though they are gone,
their reflections still remain,
their footprints on the soil
forever etched, marks of pain.
thorns did replace the colored.
the soft mud went cold.
the suns were forbidden to rise,
and stormy clouds were left to unfold.
Darkness unfurled its many facets
and secrets resided in the silence.
No good remained, but one
in disguise of hope.
Hope, that no one shall near this gloom.
No one shall see or know what it surrounds…
and what remains is solitude.