River Song

Tragic magic abounds

As shadowed angels gather round

Spells fling like bible verses

As halls ring with ancient curses

Neither Heaven or Hell

No what story to sell

For in this dark night

Upon the quarter moon

That shines as bright as sun at noon

Enlightened demons take flight

And the lips that smile

May be mine bruised and bloody

As my eyes see the end to come down the long mile

For there is nothing so true as the muddy

Waters of right and wrong

Save perhaps the river’s song


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