Down by the river

Down by the river where the grey mist swirls, drinking up the sounds of the people in the mills.

Down by the river where the day light fades, looking to the left for the creatures in the shade.

Down by the river where the beasts do dare, setting the traps for the people that scare.

Down by the river where the icy wind twirls, stirring up the hearts of the people in the mills.

Down by the river where creatures like to taunt, seeking out the people so easy to haunt.

Down by the river where the silver fish dream, sitting, waiting for the people that scream.