Down the rivers to vortex

This story begins where it ended
Would you listen to it?

Unseen, restless wind
Fills the air with grief
Evoken waves upon the water
Omens the time
When all will be drowned

All hope will be vanished
Abandoned
Torn
Buried

Ripples on the water smooth
Distorted the features of a sinless child
Through the eyes of an old man
Shuddered with horror
The abyss of misery
Revealed itself

The land lies in ruin
Mottled with gulfs
Beats in throes of death
Bleeding

Now listen

Caught by furious waters
Lost in the mist
There was a boatman
Defying his destiny
By a sudden blast of wind
Growing anger of storm
His will was of pure despair
And his boat was flipped over

Pulled into the vortex
Sucked down into depths
In maelstrom of time and space
All his bones were broken

When waves of rambling waters are still and quiet
You’ll see reflections of one’s past life

Staring eyes of madness
Cold sores of his pale skin
What you see is just his body
Swollen and wicked

So come on, my child
Wet you feet in the river
Come on, get on the boat
Of your father

Cold sun summons the earth
To awake and reign
Nature echoed in a child’s cry
In silence