Black wings touch my face, Water pulls at my feet Voices whisper, persuading Showing visions so sweet A force drives me onwards, Waters enthralling sway Black wings all about me Gently lead the way Enwreathed now in shadows, Cold hands pull me deeper – Skeletal finger, she beckons The call of the Reaper When night is at her darkest Waters bathed in moonlight – Some see black swan weeping Alone in dark night. © Amanda Lancaster, 2006
