The friend in the Mystic Lake

Self prompt: Write a short, scary poem.

That one time
I went swimming
Early in the morning.
All by myself.

I will be fine, I said
Had a hearty breakfast, got my bed made
And walked over to the
Fells Lake.

Not a soul in sight
Not a leaf rustling
I can swim, I said
Got into my boxers
And jumped into the
Shallow end.

Thick smoky fog
Covered the lake
Like a bog
And I swam on.
I don't need to see, I said
I ain't those boys
Who at first fear away they fled.

The minutes ticked by
The sun remained shy
And I swam all alone
In my personal bliss zone.

The sun came by
And away it went
And it came again
And away it went
And it came again
But nobody else.

So listen up
Boys and girls
I swim in the Fells Lake
And I'm swimming here now
I've called my friends and family Ciao

Three hundred years it has been
And now I'm just as keen
On the cold waters of the Mystic Lake
To be loved and to be seen
For myself I could not save
From that crumbly underwater cave.

So if you feel a cold white hand
Touching your prickly neck
Know this friend,
That's me saving you
From meeting the very same end