The boulder stood there
In the waning dusk
Towering before
The slopes of the mountain

Every evening I stopped
And watched the boulder
As the shadows grew
And the moon began to rise

It horrified me
Though I could not say why
Save for that it vaugely
Resembled a hunched giant

Not far from the rock
Was a smooth spot
I'm the side of the mountain
That look as though it was cut

I never dared go any closer
Walking past quickly
Something was not right
The night there seemed sinister

Carrying on with my life
I did not pass the boulder
For many days and nights
Occupied with my work

When I finally took that way again
Down past the mountain
The boulder was no where to be seen
And the smooth cut stone

Had turned a faint purple
Almost phosphorescent
Against the cool colors
Of that mountain night