The drowned

The haunting shallows,
Where reflections sleep,
The murky darkness,
Dirty secrets hold and keep,
When twilight falls,
And shadows emerge,
Comes the owl's,
Nightly dirge,
Flowing softly, golden hair,
Ivory skin, lips pale as death,
She treads delicately no more in life,
Her eyes are glassy,
To the sky opened wide,
Opened hands, no more to hold,
Her life floats by silently,
Lost in the water cold.

~Rei Shiori