a depth charge...

Seeing the lake one summer evening...
By the light of the moon so glistening...
He went to her bank...
And he to her shadowy reflections sank...
He sank...
To the bottom of her depth...
Not measured by hitherto any measuring tape...
He sank...
To reach and touch
The last cold stone of her deepest part...
He touched...as he sank...
To the deep from the bank...
The journey was definitely breath taking...
The swim was like a movie in making...
A movie under water kind...
A movie playing in his mind...
He sank...
To the depth...
In process he also drank...
A few gallons of fuel...

And that unwittingly...
Kept him on move...
But burnt him as well...

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