Nessie's Black Song

The wind blew softly threw the air,
This was nothing but a dare.

The torturous howling, the sloped black mountains,
The scream of emptiness and the dull pebbled fountain.

You see the lake, like a gloomy black sea,
All inviting as you swiftly move from tree to tree.

The mist of sadness for the lives that were lost,
And you would do this at only one cost.

In return you would see the Nessie on its firth,
In the frost land: the hazy, black patch of earth.

No one had seen her, for whoever would dare,
Would never come back from Old Nessie's lair.

The threatening winds clasp quickly to your skin,
And now you discern the black from the dim.

Everything is quiet now, prowling and bleak,
It is terror you feel, but a glimpse you seek.

The dread is in your soul as you creep into the water,
"Nessie, oh Nessie?" You whisper in slaughter.

Black is black and night is night,
The slimy feeling curled around your mouth tight.

You try to scream, but you're already gone,
The Nessie has got you and she sings her black song.

A/N: I wrote this poem as a school project in early 2011. Hope you liked it.