Out by the water's edge, a quiet plume,
An observer—a silhouette of silent doom.
Children playing, yet unknown to fear,
Unaware of the horror drawing near.
A ripple at the surface, then nothing more,
Followed by a blood trail beside the shore.
A man walked past—a gruesome scene,
Screams gave away the beast within.
Long and slender, strong and cold,
A forgotten relic, with legends so bold.
How it came all the way through,
No one had an answer or clue.
A hunter was brought to finish the game,
But the monster faded without a name.
One shot, one splash—and it was over,
But the sheer size made it hard to cover.