Cold Lake.  

Holding tightly her hand
Crossing into forbidden land

She had found the only gate

Of love in a wall of hate. 

So the escape began

Of last woman and man,

Would it be death or life

Cutting cords with destiny's knife? 

Stinking pools of disease

Were shunned, and pleased

With their clever dream

Stronger grew the desperate scheme. 

Fording through the hundredth stream

Scorched clay becoming green

Secure enough to steal some rest

She lay her head upon his breast. 

In that breast beat a rhyme

Connecting ancient to modern time.

Echoing in it's ribbed house of care

All delusions that two might share. 

In that night their rippled breath

Eclipsed the calm mirror of death.

In a treason sleep the two were found

And with ambition securely bound.

 

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