The Queen Of Lake Lynn Poem by Doris Dzameshie

In North Raleigh's realm, by man's own hand,
A lake was born, not of sea but of land.
**Lake Lynn**, they called it, with waters so still,
Housing a queen, a sight to instill.

Striking in presence, she floated serene,
At Lake Lynn's heart, yet barely seen.
Shift your gaze right, then quick to the left,
Focus the center, of logic bereft.

For there she'd be, in her flighty dress,
Blue and green waves, her form to caress.
Behold the queen, black as the night,
Yet shining so bright, a paradoxical sight.

Majestic and tall, defying all gravity,
Holding life's scepter, with regal depravity.
She points to Springcreek Cove, with a motion so slight,
Commanding the waters, a queen's pure delight.

Walkers on boardwalks, two miles around,
Whisper of shadows, where mysteries abound.
Wildlife aplenty, from ducks to geese,
Herons and turtles, Lake Lynn's living piece.

Look in her eyes, be engulfed whole,
Her gaze on your skin, she'll radiate your soul.
Her figure, a vision, transforms your being,
A queen of the waters, all-seeing, all-freeing.

But beware, oh traveler, of Springcreek Cove's stare,
For the queen meets your eyes, and strips your soul bare.
She laughs, and the waters ripple in **unison**,
Honoring her reign, a spectacle to stun.

Then, just as sudden, in a twinkle, she's gone,
Leaving but ripples, and the echo of her song.
The Queen of Lake Lynn, a legend so bright,
Black as the night, yet radiant as light.