By The Lake
Watching from a far by the trees.
Her beauty in her eyes I can see.
By the lake she sits watching the ripples in.
Calming it all seems.
Making my presence known.
Asking have you seen my beautiful neice?
She has blonde hair, eyes as blue as the sea.
She smiles with no words.
That familiar smile, came to me.
Oh wait can this be?
Her familiar blonde hair, beauty in her eyes as the sea.
How can this be?
My niece in front of me.
What is going on.
Before my eyes, her beauty changed on me.
Evil, I do not recognize
Now the voice speaks.
I took her with me, dead now is she.
Save her not, to late you are,
To bring back the beauty that lay upon her.
I told my 10 year old Trinity Scoggins, to help me write.
She said, let's make it a ghostly story.
interesting piece
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