The edge of the lake was leering off the precipice,
seamlessly melting into the horizon.

Subtle water splashes, those of tossed pebbles,
rippled silently into one another.

A man sat by the shore of the water,
looking almost blankly down the infinite abyss of ethereal,
yet ominous, fog and cloud.

A murky reflection of the man situated itself as he slowly stood up,
revealing itself to be more of an eerie disposition of past experience,
rather than an innocent, child-reminiscing parallel.

The water itself proposed a forlorn, distorted ambience.

As the man stepped, dragging his feet by the coast of the lake water,
he noticed a sudden clap of thunder, although rain was absent.

Trudging along, he constantly scorns at the infinite landscape.

The relatively endless mist levitates as a ghost-like,
dreary pertinence over the seemingly blasé man,
who still yet walks with contempt.

An old, dilapidated pier seems to have spawned in the distance.

Closer, and closer, the man plodded.

A seemingly transient figure takes place abroad the pier.
The figure extends what seem to be arms, in a very caressing manner.

In what seems as one last glimpse, the man peers out, all around him.
Accepting of his fate, he takes embrace of the transient figure.

            The fog clears.