The river's cool reflective gaze Reveals a soft and sorrowed face, A wide eyed girl with rosied cheeks From 'neath the reeds doth dare to peek, A trembling bag of nerves and skin With aching heart and quivered chin, She stares into her darkest parts As terror grips her fragile heart... The demons dance within her thoughts, Some lies they sold, some lies she bought. Her features morph and twist and curl, Both cruel and kind, from beast to girl. She knows not what the visions mean, If this be life, or just a dream, She only seeks to understand Just whom are the ghosts, the gods, the men.