The Red River At East Berwick Drive 3
As I breathe, my waves they swell, I bury all sorrow in my chest.
I am a nameless deity, the ripples upon my surface my crimson crest.
My strength immeasurable, yet I treat you with a gentle touch.
My dear, you yearn for silence, still and sweet, yet you speak so much.
Rest your voice and rest your head and lie down at my tranquil shore.
Your restlessness a brutal foe, my dear I know you long for more.
A maiden voyage through my soul and body, leave your scent and leave your taste.
Behold my power, behold my grace, as I strike, everything is laid to waste.
Burning swallows illuminate my surface, every death a twisting blade.
Every soul is bound to rest, yet every ghost kneels at my gate.
Though for now you are safe with me, fear not what will come to pass.
Walk upon my shore of obsidian pebbles and brazen grass.