Winter Winds on Autumn Nights

A Distant gale invites herself into the Lake's realm.
where she harrasses but fortifies the water,
banishes what creture in it to the abyss below,
stills the surface from oar and row,
endangers the fluid, but safer later,
as the surface hardens in equal to the king's helm.

The townsfolk know this is strange,
as this happens usually when the white flakes fall,
but already too soon the ice forms,
over an Autumn lake breaking the norms,
the trees around still stood tall,
but the weather is subject to change.

Now a boy by the lake's smooth sliperry surface was drawn,
to release his passion over the frigid canvas,
little did he know the hardest above,
did not match those below and the top toppled into a cove.
as quickly as the touch of Midas,

the boy sank, into the abyss where the creature hid, the boy dies not to it but to the drown.