In the river so old
Swept by the tide
A truth to be told
Hides from the light
She was standing
In the creek
To her knees
In water deep
A motionless figure
In the murky stream
Staring at her fate
When last she was seen
And the river still runs cold
Quiet and dignified
A secret it still withholds
But myth won't subside
As the narrative unfolds
Unravelling part by part
A shape of truth it molds
Vague in the dark
Who was the shadow
By her side
Standing silent
As her guide
His face, a canvas empty
Above the water's flow
The hidden bond between them
Only they could know
Drown in my embrace
Take leave one last time
Fading, your shape in the current
Disappears from this world
Whirling, sinking, deeper and deeper
Down into a floating grave
And the river still runs cold
To no one it will confide
The secret it still withholds
Of where she resides
Will we ever comprehend?
Why did she depart?
Are we forever meant
To be in the dark?