Riverine

Torn from an endless night 
 Bound by a creeping fog 
 Like a shadow of the twilight 
 Born of the bog 

 With a cry or a moan 
 Half-heard with a hum 
 She flashed and shone 
 Nodded and shrugged 

 Eerily impenitent 
 With a weirdly vulgar laugh 
 She gushed like a runlet
 And choked back a splash 

 Without a trace of a name 
 Of flesh or bone 
 As spare and slim 
 As the hair on a stone 

 In ripples like ribbons 
 That mocked the rainless shore 
 She murmured and gurgled 
 As haunting echoes stirred 

 Clutching and tugging 
 Without hope or love 
 As the moon glared down 
 She surrendered to the flood 

 Written by © Raven Drake

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