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
Copyright © Michael Wise | Year Posted 2018
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