The black BMW cruising
Until the driver finds the lake
He parks his car walks a short distance
The bright moon shining her light
He smells the air
Of sea breezes flow
He walks with his steady strikes
Knowing his date will arrive
He stands on the edge
Viewing the serene water
The sweet melody he hears
The songs he listens...
He turns slowly
The direction of the melody
He focuses with his eyes
There is something out there
He feels his hair rising
“Man this isn't right!
There is something wrong
On this rendezvous night”
He retreats his steps
Walking unsteadily this time
He doesn't believe in ghosts
He says they don't exist
He stops by at a tree
He lends his ears to listen
He only hears his pounding heartbeats
“This isn't good to me!”
He walks quickly
Into the mist he goes in
“Now what in this night?
I shouldn't have come here”
He stops his walking
He doesn't know where he is
He tries to calm himself
All around he sees the white mist
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