The Figure

Water still and dark and cold
As sun dips low our story told
Something stirs from deep within
Instinct warns as night is born

The calmness as the crickets chirp
And birds settle for night
All is still, and all looks right
But something lurks just out of sight

There is a spectre in the dark
A figure from still water rises
The fear crawls up the neck
Heart beats as the world stills

Not a word, not a sound
Nothing but blackness found
A shadow on the water in the dim grey light
A figure rising, beckons night

Dare not yell, dare not scream
No sound or action from body comes
Limbs frozen, eyes locked, heartbeats from
The dim dark figure in the evening light

And just as soon come now gone
Eyes still locked left looking on
Left to wonder, left to fear
That what you’d seen could still be near

That figure, still and dark in the evening light
As sun sets, gives way to night