Mist

• Lily Brooks, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2016

Long canoes
A mystical, silvery lake
Short strokes of the paddle,
Keeping in time
Black night
Golden light
Brave souls
Dare to venture forward
Gentle, yet hateful waves
lapped against the sides of boats
Taste of despair and unease
hung in the chilled night air
A hidden place
No one is safe
Turning back is not an option
And mercy just thing of the past