A Day at the Lake

The sun rose over the lake,

painting the water red.

Or maybe that was the blood of the girl,

the girl who will soon be dead.

The sun hung over the lake,

shining across rippling waters.

Or maybe those were the tears of the girl,

the girl who will have no daughters.

The sun set over the lake,

the colour and light are gone.

Or maybe that was the life of the girl,

the girl whom no one will mourn.

As the sun rose and set each day,

the girl’s body did decay.

The blood did fade, tears turned to frost,

And in the end the girl was lost.