The River that Never Died

Flowing in a river of false bliss,
drenched in its unholy waters for life.
The River is polluted, and pollutes all land,
the nymphs and satyrs all connive.

The Water poisons all the peasant's crop,
and poison the peasant's sons and daughters.
it poisons all the King's men,
all his majesty, his regal quarters.

The plague then spread across the land,
to the mountains tall but hollow.
if the rivulets and streams descend to that,
what water shall a trudged soul swallow?

'tis the river that gives life; and takes it
 But if the course itself was aimless, shall we cry?
shall we laugh at a plight so affable,
Or shall we break down and not even try?

The river basin is Death's amorous embrace,
and Death doesn't forget her bond!
She honors her truth, the only Truth!
The Truth that reigns beyond...

She is the one all men honor uphold for,
She is the glacier of bliss;
if i were ever to recede and leave all that be,
She shall claim me with a loving kiss.

Most men are dismayed, sorrowed;
I shall never be.
what is to be sad on a Life such borrowed,
that a life shall never cease?

She teaches me to dance on a razor's edge.
She teaches me tread an oblivious road.
She is the weaver of all sins.
To her, i dedicate this ode.