I looked at the young man... or maybe more of a boy, tucked up tight in his bed sheets and sighed. There was no way he would go unless he was made to. I had no choice but to go and guide him on his way. So I returned to his bedside, night after night and sang to him. It was the only way.
All it took was one look at me, one glimpse of my face, and he was mesmerised. I knew from his eyes, glassy and glazed over. He was in my daze. Just where I wanted him. At the mercy of my will. I could've done whatever I had wanted...
To my horror, the boy opened his mouth, perhaps to protest. I had looked away. But I was quick in pressing a finger to his lips to silence him. "Shh. Come."
... correction- he'd do whatever I wanted, as long as I kept singing to him. My looks were one thing. Just a glimpse of me, a slightly transparent, yet glowing ghostly figure, would make any man weak at the knees. The reason I had to wear a veil everywhere I went. But my voice was what held the real power. So I opened my mouth and allowed my song to lap over him like waves. Once again, his eyes glazed over and he was hooked. I could have done anything, but I didn't want much- only a friend. This life of mine, lady of the lake, is a lonely one. You can hear it in my song if you listen closely. No one ever did though. No one ever has. Which is why I'm left with no choice but to use the charms of my voice. I didn't want to. Though, can someone who's been enchanted to you ever really be a true friend? Whether they can or not, he's the closest I have. Even then, I feel we're not quite there. I have sung to him for longer than I can remember and still, nothing. Whether it is he who disappears and breaks the connection or I, the problem remains. He does not.
One day, he will come along with me. But that time will be different. Because that time, he will stay.
