They say she never gives up her dead. Keeps them down in shipwrecks and reeds, clings to their bodies possessively.
Every time I go out on my boat, I wonder if I'll become another body for her to claim. The cold spray of water in unforgiving, but that is her nature. She keeps her dead -- she keeps my father.
No beast haunts the waves and pulls ships down; only her in her loneliness hides beneath the surface.
People will ask me what monster lies in the lake.
They don't understand;
The lake is the monster.