The Bloody Lake

The Kings and Queens gathered around the lake, the Bloody Lake.
Trees lurched to the waters’ edge to dip in the tips of their roots. Their spring blossoms painted red where once they had been white.
The hunters from the forest, the Wolf, the Puma, dipped their muzzles in, their once-white teeth now gleaming red.
The Hawk and the Eagle dipped low from the sky and scrapped their talons along the surface.
The Wheat in the field swayed with the bitter tempting song that echoed in the wind.
And along the bloody lake I sat and dreamed of better things.

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