Spencer's Poems™

Liquid

A stream flows in one direction,
Always flowing, never slowing.
A place where it leads unknown to most,
A place of treasures some would hope.
But in the night when creatures creep, there is something that the liquid keeps deep.
Leap in the stream and you will find something that should be locked inside.
For in that water, death's daughter was slaughtered.
Oh, one thing remains of her pains. A scarf contains the hurricane of her rain.
If one should take the scarf from the liquid, they would surely see her flame.
Made from her terror, suffering, and rage, please don't release it from it's cage.