One night I walked along a deep blue lake.
I heard a voice
That asked me to come nearer to the water.
I came and saw a woman's face in pain.
She cried.
I reached her soon willing to get her out of water.
She closed her eyes. Her fingers touched my face.
I lost my mind,
Gave it to spirit of black water. Wild woman smiled.
She wrapped a rope around my pale neck
And I was dead
Till Peter's bird proclaimed the new day's set.
Rusalka
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