There within the murky waters lay,
The sleeping beauty that floats astray,
On a vessel inching wayward.
Along the shallows of the creak
where shadows speak of horrid truths
And forests shimmer in midnight chill;
but the lone lady of the creak
shone bright briliance to rival thee,
Thy lips, as red as blood, contrasts
with her faint pale skin; Alas
In a grown as grand as noble's ball
A masqurade of past wars and speak;
Thy truth shall forever stain her lips,
And in final slumber, depart the fray.
