The pool of Grendel's Mother.
Deep and dark and dangerous.
Was calm and still as no other.
That stillness can be traitorous.
You'd think she's all magic and light,
The way she expresses her self.
And you would be half right,
But she's been and contains hell.
Truth resists simplicity.
A simple tacit fact.
I love her depths implicitly.
Even the parts stained black.