Oh, by water, deep and silent, Oh, by water, dark and cold. There she waits with motions pliant, Eyes like pools of liquid gold. Long and green her hair is flowing, Wet like reeds upon the shore, Watching for the lonely wanderer, By the riverβs muddy floor. Oh, the laughter, sharp and chilling, Oh, the laughter, wild and shrill. See her reach with pale, thin fingers, Luring him against his will. βCome,β she whispers, βsweetest lover, Come and find a cold embrace.β Moonlight lay down silver cover On her cruel and fair face. Oh, in shadows, he is walking, Oh, in shadows, lost and bound. Caught within her haunting music, Dreading every hollow sound. Now she strikes with wicked mercy, Tickling till his breath is gone, Pressing ribs until they shatter, Long before the break of dawn. Wet locks wrapping βround his shoulders, Green silk binding hands and feet. In the silt his heart is slowing, Where the dark and drowning meet. To the bottom, down forever, Where the light can never reach, Past the roots of weeping willows, Past the safety of the beach. Oh, the river, dark and heavy, Oh, the river, taking soul. Cold and silentβ¦ Deep and wavyβ¦ Just one fairy tale once told.
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