Down On The Docks

Have you heard the story? The one about the woman on the docks? She only appears at night for some reason, and never seems to stay. She sits on the docks, all quiet and lonesome, and weeps the night away. The woman adorned with a simple dress of silken threads. There she slumbers by the water, while most would rest in beds. Her skin shimmers a translucent hue when she reaches for the moon. But blink your eyes and then you'll find, she has gone so soon. A ghost, a ghoul, a fiend- The woman of the water, an urban mystiquel. If she's even human, none can tell too well. Her past was lost to the waters, nobody knows her name. Yet intriguing all the same, we play her game, for this ephemeral dame.