Into the swamp, eyes rise.
Stream streams like a runny faucet, off his nose.
Dispersing into the atmosphere, causing the air to freeze in place.
All is still as he watches.
Water dripping down his black mane, he shakes and shuffles.
The brackish water around him spills about, sprinkling the viewers with the stink, the swamp.
Into the swamp, eyes glow white, captivating us all.
Is he malevolent, malicious as a killer?
Is he charming and compromising?
Is he trustworthy in his haunting gaze, his strong musky scent, tainted with the sitting water?
Is he as he appears?
Is he a kind kelpie?



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