Black Lake

The figures were silhouetted only briefly
in the glow of the full moon light,
then a veil of fog drifted hauntingly
across the black lake

All was shrouded permanently
into an eerie shadowy world
of smoke and darkness

But what had I seen?

Was it not a man dragging
what appeared to be a body?

I returned to my rented cabin by the lake
secure in the idea
that my eyes were simply
playing tricks on me

It was late...
and I had been drinking

The next morning
I was awoken by sirens
and emergency lights

I looked out my window
to see them pulling a mutilated
body unto the opposite shore

I felt a cool breeze float across
the hairs on the back of my neck

I decided,
I must tell the authorities
what I had seen
I reached for my clothes
and found they were covered in blood

I staggered to the bathroom
to wash my face
Surely there was still
but sleep in my eyes

As I gaze at my figure in the mirror
I saw the claw marks across my face

What had happen?
I wasn’t sure
But I knew it had all happened
many times before