There stood a horse by still, black water, Where even songbirds would not cry. Moonlight resting on his shoulders, Quiet as the midnight sky. Every tale I'd heard was warning, Every prayer said, "Turn away." Yet something deep beneath the silence Asked me quietly to stay. The wind grew still... The world stood waiting... Even time forgot my name... Should I go... Or should I leave him? Why can't I look away? Every step I swore I'd never take Feels easier than stay. Still the water calls so gently, Like it somehow knows my name. I should run... I know I should... Yet nothing feels the same. I don't remember crossing closer, Only finding I was there. My hands were reaching of their own will Toward the silver in his hair. Every warning lost its meaning. Every fear became a dream. The shore behind me faded slowly... Like a life I'd only seen. I still recall his whispered promise... Soft as mist on autumn skies. He said he'd danced with thieves and queens... And all believed his gentle lies. He never begged... He never hurried... He simply smiled... And took my hand. Before I knew... I'd stopped resisting... Certain... I would understand. The shore had slipped beneath the mist. Water shines where sky should be. Every thought that once was mine Feels like someone else's memory. I can hear his voice still calling, Though no living soul is near. Every word he softly promised... Echoes beautifully in my ear. Should I fear... Or should I follow? I no longer know the line. Every answer I once carried Slowly slipped from what was mine. Still the water calls so gently... Every wave repeats my name. One more step... One last dance... Nothing... Is the same. The water... Wasn't cold... It was... It was... Where... I'd always... Belonged.
