10 June 2012
The Lake of The Grey Souls:
Untouched by mortal hand.
The place of angels' battle;
Echoes cry of their last stand.
When Lucifer defeated them,
Unsheathed his burning sword,
And set forth his demon army,
Sharp-toothed and angry-clawed.
The lake acts as a mirror;
Look into it and see...
The angels trapped and bloodied,
They cry to be set free.
There's nothing to be done here,
Touch water and you're there,
Trapped along with angels,
Gasping for fresh air.
The reek of corpse and fish,
Like the dormant battlefield,
The mirror's water is there for us:
To act as a trusty shield.
The Soul Lake. • Opuss № I