Celtic Nightfall

On the crest of the sky Where blue Irish mountains lye Lightning strikes and greenery starts to die Through thick, misty clouds like those from dry ice The full moon peaks through, ideal for a pagan sacrifice Through the mountains you walk further And you hear from the water an unsettling murmur The water ripples, dark and clear But instead beauty, all you think is fear And that something else is here Finally a dark, snake-like tail begins to appear The Loch Ness lifts her shimmering, scaly head Now you feel awe instead From a distance, she looks like an elegant, overgrown swan But before you can blink twice, she is gone