Don't reach for it;

It's not meant to be touched.

Don't look for it;

It's not meant to be found.

Let it sink,

Swirling,

Twisting,

Dancing,

Unseen and out of reach,

But then the clouds gather,

And you look down and see,

Something in the water,

Forgotten in the dark,

But then the sun rises,

And brings into the light

An evil from the past.

It sees you.

It reaches for you.

It drags you into its depths

Until you drown in the memory.