The head of a child
Sunk beneath the waters,
Of Black Death lake.
Its hollow eyes
Had stared me in the face.
Its pale skin terrified me.
The ghost child disappeared
As quietly as it came.
Leaving me with a sinking feeling
Like a draining drain.
I began to row ashore
When it appeared again
This time with some friends.
They all wore a grin
That was full of devilry.
My throat went dry
When I saw them.
I feared for what they planned.
The children came up close
As if to say hello,
But rather they took the boat
And flipped upside down.
All I remember while I sunk,
In the dark water
Was the warning I'd been given
At twelve O'clock,
"Don't go out today
You will get a fright."
I heeded not the warning,
Now it serves me right.
written by Evelyn Creon
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