The Unholy Waters.

 
      Long before the lunch hosted,got digested,
      A limb of the host was lost;
     The summer waters of a rain fed tank
     Silently swallowed innocence,
     Like a sinister,static monster.
     The quicksand like alluvial avarice
     Asked for more,not like Oliver's famished brand,
     But like the Leviathan greed of Lady Macbeth.
     An act that would ask for all the holy waters
     To get the stains cleared.
     A sluggish pond claiming to have drowning zones,
     Reflected the deceptive dimensions of destiny
     Like gods posing to have a flair for
     Killing budding lives for sport.