The moonlight shimmered a path across the lake,
A secret that few were brave enough to take..
There were stories though, of once upon a time,
When people disappeared without a trace,
Some say they lost their minds.
The wind whispered its secret, rustling through the trees,
The ones to hear it, would come in twos and threes.
Taking off their shoes, at the lake they wade right in,
Disappearing from view at the horizon’s end.
The morning would come, with a few more empty beds.
The police would go on searching, always shaking their heads.
Great grandpa said there was a land where lake a moonlight met,
I never ventured over there, it has been my life’s regret.