Mystery

In a misty fog enshrouded pool of blue and green, so dark and cool something stirs both to and fro it's unlike anything you know It's more like something that you fear and you would dread to venture near From old branches moss grows long as swampland creatures sing their song A figure passes through the gloom tall and broad this shadow looms Within this watery realm it's bound beyond the threat of being found In seeming solitude it wanders deep inside, what does it ponder? In this primeval greenery amidst the verdant scenery mysterious creation stands on two legs, and with two hands The boogeyman of ancient lore? Here in the flesh from days of yore? Did it spring from mystic mind? A shambling tulpa left behind? Man-like ape, or ape-like man? Nature's indecisive plan? Can it exist, yet leave no trace, this shadow being with no face? A puzzling duality at odds with this reality Perhaps it isn't really here a stark reflection of our fears Just what it is, I'll leave it be within that swamp so far from me For I'm not brave enough to go discover more than I now know It's better left a mystery A question mark in history