House Across the Lake - Poetry

Across the lake,
In the distance,
There stood a big house.

Warm and inviting,
It seemed to be welcoming.

Setting the boat across,
For the place I planned to stay for the trip.

Settled in and ready to sleep,
Late in the night I blew the candle out.

Resting my head,
I hear a crackling laughter,
From somewhere near the foot of the bed,
I jumped right up.

Following the voices,
I saw a figure in the living area.

Beckoning me,
It walked out into the cold silent night.

I followed,
In a trance,
With no second thought.

Smiling at me it walked further from the house,
I followed like a loyal subject.

It wasn't long before I felt the cold,
Gasping for breath that I could never take,
I become another body at the bottom of the lake.

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