The Mire

Mirror glass smooth and dark as can be.

The things beneath you cannot see.

They could be simple friendly things, like frogs or fish,

but they could also be things that desire your death.

Long you stare at its sheen as you ponder,

if its chill depths you could discover from under.

Your curiosity bests you and so you proceed

only to find it’s a soggy bog indeed.

As you descend and feel its chill damp,

you suddenly realize it is a deathtrap.

Your feet are stuck and you cannot move.

Your life is over, there’s nothing to do.