Lady of the lake

she watches the water for a clue or reason
Something to explain her churning insides
After the dream
She can’t remember
Or chose to forget
It is rippling like a stone has been cast upon it
Or the creature beneath has hungrily stirring
Her silver eyes flick from side to side waiting
For the rumbling to stir deeper and show itself
Only to her shadow
If she waits patiently
It will appear again
And for as much as the sight chills her blood
She must keep looking, drawn to the chaos
Wanting an end but not
For what would she do with peace?
So the lady of the lake keeps watch
Forever a sentinel
A guardian
An executor
Of her own turmoil

Ailsa

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