I am the spirit of dark water

I am the spirit of dark water,
I lurk in the swamps, puddles and pools,
Laying patiently beneath the surface,
Ready to haul away unwary fools.

I am the spectre of stagnant ponds,
The muddy lakes and streams,
Ever ready to drag down carless travellers,
So no-one will hear their screams.

I am the ghost of the aquatic black,
I snatch the boots of wandering men,
Those walkers that go missing,
And are never seen again.

I am the spirit of dark water,
And I am waiting.