The River Of Life.

" The River of Life overflows!
  I'm the silent spectator,
  Watching as it disappears,
  Into, the shadows

  The land glistens with it's mere droplets,
  Take the shape of maidens and men.
  Who pray by it, as it flows,
   Into, the meadows. 

  Oh, it has seen it all, oh, the omniscience.
  The prick of a needle, the prick of conscience.
  Friendships breaking, rivalry grow,
  As it flows, above the mountains and below. 

  Render it toxic, render it deadly,
  Try all you want, you can never be free.
  From the force of Life, and all it's shades, dark or mellow,
  As it trickles by Elysium and Dead's Gallow. 

  Age wrinkles face and many a pace,
  The pebbles no longer tremble,
  As the course pacifies.
  And the thrill doesn't suffice. 

  Unto it's final moments, as it converses with Death,
  As it rests, waves faltering, in the river bed.
  Watching with sandy visions, as the wind blows,
  The final essence of the River, carried away by it's shadows. "