Death's River


Death’s River

Cool, Cool water

Trickling down the bank

Souls drifting slowly

Death’s River

Souls finding their

New homes

Losing their old

Daily, souls come

Down from the villages

Dead. Dead. Dead.

Death’s River

Flows through the east

Ending at the west

Giving no hope to those

Who protest

Souls from long

Long times ago

Drifting slowly

Creaking of crows,

Now down through

The open gates into

A trap of death

Death’s River

Anyone who goes

May take their final

Breath
 
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Rosepathfading

VT

15 years old

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