Perhaps her eyes were playing a trick on her.
The evening was very dark, and yet the swan glows.
Even the water still glows with his wake.
He must be a magical being, for in the day he is white like all the others.
This golden glow may not be seen by everyone.
Could I be the only one privy to his secret?
I reach to touch the sparkling wake
And my hand feels a strange sensation.
The swan turns back towards me and transforms.
I look down and my hand is wet with gold.
The swan is gliding toward me and changing as he nears.
I step back on the bank, unsure of what I’ve done.
He utters incredulous words as he stands in the form of a man.
“You have broken the spell.”