• The river is aflow
    with silent horros that go
    along the river bank
    up the stream, clouding the water
    clouding the visions of those sane enough to see.
    The world is dying inside as silent screams cry out into this silent reverie.
    A silent girl lays back upon a wet hillside.
    Her heart broken, her love has been taken away.
    Her soul has been stolen, the world has ended, her body cold and still
    In the silent night, on this wet and grassy hill