I wrote this one today...I was in a suicidal mood...
Down on the riverside
On the rocks blown smooth
Among the tangled brambles
And through the current blue
Sits a maiden crying
In the still light of the moon
Quiet sobs that shake her
The river’s mirth will sooth
Slipping from her prison
The moons becoming shone
Stands the moonlit maiden
Walking to her throne
Into the mere she prances
The currant chills her bone
Sky and water blacklisted
Melancholy drone
Tips of waves a’shining
Heaven down below
slip beneath the river
will never let her go
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