Begone Cruel Fate

Cry me a river,

Yes the streams, the flow

salmon pass through it mating and off

we go

we ride into the

ride, rhythm, here and hay

even though it's water

the forest is a mist in it's stay

here. In the river unclear,

Streaming, staying, being, beaming

light, like, a storm of a sun,

Stroming the one arrows place

Questions in a quiver,

streams through threw me I am the river.

The stream. Pulling from my tail to my crown's brightest beam.