Lady of the Lake
By Mina Krause, '20
I open my tired eyes
To find the water at my waist
Wading in a motionless lake
Although my armor is strong
A dagger sticks out from my back
It doesn’t hurt
There’s only an itch
A feeling that I’ve done something wrong
I lift my broken sword from the water
On my hand is a ring
It isn’t mine
I reach out and hand the sword to the kneeling king
All is quiet
He opens his mouth to speak
But he does so too late
I’ve slipped away back under the water
And with a start I wake from my sleep
To find the water at my waist
Wading in a motionless lake
Although my armor is strong
A dagger sticks out from my back
It doesn’t hurt
There’s only an itch
A feeling that I’ve done something wrong
I lift my broken sword from the water
On my hand is a ring
It isn’t mine
I reach out and hand the sword to the kneeling king
All is quiet
He opens his mouth to speak
But he does so too late
I’ve slipped away back under the water
And with a start I wake from my sleep