In the river so old Swept by the tide A truth to be told Hides from the light She was standing In the creek To her knees In water deep A motionless figure In the murky stream Staring at her fate When last she was seen And the river still runs cold Quiet and dignified A secret it still withholds But myth won't subside As the narrative unfolds Unravelling part by part A shape of truth it molds Vague in the dark Who was the shadow By her side Standing silent As her guide His face, a canvas empty Above the water's flow The hidden bond between them Only they could know Drown in my embrace Take leave one last time Fading, your shape in the current Disappears from this world Whirling, sinking, deeper and deeper Down into a floating grave And the river still runs cold To no one it will confide The secret it still withholds Of where she resides Will we ever comprehend? Why did she depart? Are we forever meant To be in the dark?