Lake Poem by Dan Brown

A grey and lonely hole,
Full of only stories.
Devoid of any soul;
stolen by its glories.

Its very shape, man-made;
so false right from the start.
A fool allowed a spade
to excavate this heart.

Watching trees clap on banks,
strange wings beat at its head.
to the drowned it shows thanks,
but never wished them dead.

A grey and chilling lake,
in which you must forsake
the very heart you break -
its had all it can take.