The morning light shone across the surface I had hoped Canoe Lake would be like this
The constant financial pressures Were constricting my creativity
A black canvas stalked my nightmares Night after night I had the same reoccurring vision So I thought a therapeutic fishing expedition Might help remedy the darkness which had been consuming me
But sadly it only brought my blackened revelations To the next extremity
As I pushed off the dock I basked and reclined In the serenity
This was exactly what I needed seclusion and peace But after a short while I was distracted By a faint line of smoke rising in the distance
When I approached the two men by the fire Quickly they turned and shuffled away I was startled when the third one attacked me from behind
The deserters worked quickly carrying my lifeless body Towards the water's edge
There I was laid to rest in my shallow watery grave I sunk beneath the surface floating adrift amongst the logger's forgotten rotting stumps
My assailants walked away Swaying ignominiously Running from a life of violence Brought them closer to it than they could have ever imagined