3 acessos
The morning light shone across the surface
I had hoped Canoe Lake would be like this
The constant financial pressures
Were constricting my creativity
A black canvas stalked my nightmares
Night after night I had the same reoccurring vision
So I thought a therapeutic fishing expedition
Might help remedy the darkness which had been consuming me
But sadly it only brought my blackened revelations
To the next extremity
As I pushed off the dock
I basked and reclined
In the serenity
This was exactly what I needed seclusion and peace
But after a short while I was distracted
By a faint line of smoke rising in the distance
When I approached the two men by the fire
Quickly they turned and shuffled away
I was startled when the third one attacked me from behind
The deserters worked quickly carrying my lifeless body
Towards the water's edge
There I was laid to rest in my shallow watery grave
I sunk beneath the surface floating adrift amongst the logger's forgotten rotting stumps
My assailants walked away
Swaying ignominiously
Running from a life of violence
Brought them closer to it than they could have ever imagined
Now they are cursed to the life of the damned