Under the sky the unruffled river
Executed in lead pencil on paper
All night I cried in intense isolation
I was saddle sore smeared with seclusion
Seen between the trees was the wooden bridge
Sunk beneath the high waves thus under seize
All the stars watched you suffer in silence
Ghastly place shining through the blunt darkness
Was that death is the mother of beauty
I would go miles to test the reality
Before sneering off all my words I knew
Giving me chance you would be gracious too
For gathering some wood to light up fire
Time has come to leave to burn in your pyre.