I walk within this shallow bed

its waters bright and dim.

By day it illuminates my frights,

by night as cold as sin.

Two forests at my sides

to guide me with temptation.

One shines pale irridescent white;

the other unlit from neglection.

Not a simgle beam of light above

nor soil at my feet.

Just the trees, the creek, and myself

viewing these standards I must meet.

No light ahead nor light behind,

the distractions now are gone.

No colors around but in my creek

and naught but the sound of its song.

But thou hadst tempted me for too long

and thine journey is near complete.

Mine eyes have grown weary,

so I stop for a rest and climb up a tree

to finally partake in my eternal sleep.