Beneath the Surface of Snippets and Shorter Stories

Day Sixteen:  Ugh, I have a huge project due in Spanish today and I need to work on my final paper for Shakespeare. We will see how today goes... Anyway, I know this picture is a little creepy but I really like the poem I wrote for it.  

Beneath the Surface

Beneath the surface

dwell the souls

of greedy men

who paid the toll.

One by one

they entered the lake,

too late they realized

their dire mistake.

The tormented spirits

cry to the moon,

pleading release from

their prison soon.

The next victims

drop their anchor

unaware of the

spirits’ rancor.

Cries of warning

fall on deaf ears,

the promise of gold

outweighs their fears.

A golden glint

shimmers below the water

reflecting in their eyes,

eager to slaughter.

Beneath the surface

they do dive,

never to rise

again alive.