Blackwater Park.

There is a path where the sun never shines...
And only the pale moonlight paints the dull skies.
There is a cobblestone road of no turning back...
Doused in silence, and dipped in black.

Cedar bark rots, leaves crunch underfoot...
Everything lies motionless, as you progress through the wood...
Nothing stirs but the rushing of the Wind...
As the occasional tree limb tends to snap off and bend.

You rest on some leaves, exhausted, unafraid...
Engrossed by a great Oak and its great, blackening shade...
Just then, you notice something...wait...
How...but then...

A shadow whisks by, almost merging with the wind.

Swerving, swathing, swiftly taking its steers...
You half follow being curious, and the other half of fear...
The figure is gone...
It has evaded your scenic wake.
But where it last stopped, lies a dark, massive, lake.

It was just here....I swear, I swear...

You swear, you swear, but cannot remember where...
All that you know is that it ended at this shore.
Then evaporated from view, disappearing once more.

But then...

Something isn't right with the waves rippling out...
And something fares wrong with their sizes too...
You think with your eyes, forgetting to mind,
And you end up doing what you did not want to do...

Over the waters, you reach down with your hands...
Overcome with coldness as you search for this "man".
You feel something, something treacherous, but it is already too late...

It drowns you down, to an unpleasurable fate.

Your gurgles go unheard while you struggle for air...
It grips you by the waist and the scalp of your hair.
If only, if only, you had not went alone...

...You would still cherish the blood that runs warm on your bones.

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There is a road where the sun never shines...
And only the pale moonlight paints the dull skies.

There is a cobblestone road of no turning back...
Doused in silence, and dipped in black.