She stood by the lake
Viewing her benighted reflection
Flickering beside the blanched winter moon
Her heart throbbing with unease
Praying for her lover to turn up soon.
After hours of restless wait
She saw a figure through the night tread
Though before she could jump in excitement
She found that it wasn’t he
But a man in strange hurry.
Bewildered by the man’s arrival
She enquired “why do you come hither?”
“For you” replied the stranger catching his breath
And he told her that for the one she is waiting
On his way to her met his death.
Failing to face the unexpected news
She lost control of her self
And took a leap into the depths of the lake
From where she never returned.
Now she is gone but her soul remains
Waiting for her lover every night
No living passes by the lake in the dark
Struck by their superstitious fright.