The river
Stately to the river rides in bliss then.
Of to travel far and wide again.
Forrest dark and wide, fear you will see
There.
Sirens of the darkened gloom live to scare.
Pits of the darkness in their eyes, hair shadows.
Touch you in forbidden ways you don't know.
Journey of your darkest fears you will see.
Off you try to flee, better you than me.
Growing to a sight where you will come
Clean.
They are timid they do not do cruel and mean.
To run you flow through trees
Like soft cream.
The police only come after you scream.
And the fear hits you right where you dwell.
The sirens chased you and on the dirt you fell.
By Fiona round