Lady of the Lake

Lady of the Lake

Tree of bones,
tree of snakes,
tree that floats upon a lake.

Slither here,
Slither there,
Slithering, slithering, through your hair.

A skeleton fair,
rattle and dance,
zombie love, a dead romance.

Rising and floating,
bloated skin
where do I, where do I, begin?

Give me a kiss,
leave your lips,
a tooth as a tip.

Milky eyes,
hungering for me,
climb on up this tree.

Together we'll float,
upon this tree of bones,
my Lady of the Lake and me.