We are fascinated
With the unknown
The unseen
That which we know is real
But have no way to prove it
Maybe the unknown
Does not want to be known
Maybe what is a mystery
Wants to remain a mystery
Maybe the mystery
Wants to be left alone
Shrouded in darkness
Nevertheless
We tear at her veil
Uncovering her every secret
Bringing to light all that she is
Yet we still remain
Mystified by her