The Lake

The mist eerily rolls over the waters so deep
Hiding the secrets it wants to keep

Locked in it's murky depths so cold
Are the spirits of the dead it is foretold

Wings scorched with fire and a darkened heart
The Broken Angel rises as waters part
With her masters words etched on her brain
The souls of the living she must ordain

She steps from the icy waters of the lake
To search for lives which she can take
Transforming herself for human effect
Beauty makes victims easier to select

The weak and vulnerable will fall for her charms
Willingly stepping into her inviting arms
Blinded by the vision that she portrays
Lust and vanity clouding their gaze

Visions of love and a beautiful wife
Will lead to their downfall and end their life
For the Broken Angel will feed off their lust
She'll suck out their soul and turn their hearts to dust

Then when she's full and the weak have fell
She'll take them to the lake and dispatch them to hell
Where the Goat he'll welcome them with open arms
And bestow upon them his evil charms

The lake will swell as the spirits expand
And the Broken Angel sets off back inland
Hungry for more souls that she can take
Leaving death and misery in her wake