Nothing's quite as mysterious, as a hint of the unknown
Perhaps a piece, no more than that, of what could have been shown
It tickles the mind to go explore, and find out what it is
Leaving you unsatisfied when you can't quite picture this
Is it a threat or is it a boon, something to throw or keep?
Are we going to investigate or is it better to stay in the deep?
A sudden flash of insight, a noise that sparks intrigue
Some violins are playing slow, to amplify mystique
A creature lurks, a story builds. No ending left in sight
Perhaps we'll never know it all, trying as we might
And yet we never step away, the pull a playful tease
Enjoy this air of secrecy, knowing it will please