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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A methylated river, Is cursed forevermore Its waters will forever, Lap a sulfur shore A crimson fire river, Of burning and sulfur, Forever will be known as, The Nahar di Nur Its waters burn and blister, They tortuously bend To Tartarus below, They slavishly descend The crimson fire river, Of burning and sulfur, Forever will be known as, The Nahar di Nur I murmured to myself, “How desolate a sight! To behold, on this mountain, On this supernal night! What demonic Naiad, Has done this to the land? Was it Angel, or Watcher, Nephilim, or Man?” A Naiad of the forest, Suddenly appeared She told me, speaking softly, (Which pacified my fear) “I am no Angel, nor Watcher, Nephilim, or Man Yet I will surely tell you, Who did this to the land” “The crimson fire river, Was once a lucid stream It waters had the clearness, Of a lucid dream The fragrance of the river, Perfumed the summer breeze Its all-surpassing beauty, Excelled the Pleiades” “Yet now, the crimson river, Is cursed forevermore Its waters will forever, Lap a sulfur shore The methylated river, Contaminates the land Polluted by the wanton, Activities of Man” When the Naiad finished speaking, She began to gently weep Tears had starting strolling, Down her silent cheek She said, “Oh, in exile - I must leave this weary land, I must go and find a place, Faraway from Man” “To find waters everlasting, As the streams within The waters of Meribah, The rock of Rephidim Yea - I must fly away, To the streams within The waters of Meribah, The rock of Rephidim” Then the Naiad vanished, And was seen no more The only sight was current, That lapped a sulfur shore And the only sound was silence, Yet unbeknownst to me The Naiad still was weeping, For all eternity And the methylated river, Is still crimson to this day Forever will its waters, Lap a sulfur bay A crimson fire river, Of burning and sulfur Forever will be known as, The Nahar di Nur
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