The River

Was it her discussion

 Of murder failing fate

Why chaos left his silence

To disambiguate?

Are nightmares really answers

Of every promised word

 To feel his evil whispers

As hate she's over heard?

Or has he finally found her

To steal her tired breath?

For surely he is seething

To learn she's cheated death

Perhaps it's for the bloodshed

In his distorted heart

And he's returned to paint her

As his sadistic art?

Or does he owe the river

The breath she didn't last

  And drowning her's the reason

She's claimed him as her past?