Floating in your mind stream, dark waters carry an erratic lofting heart drowning in misery, sunken chivalry, and wolves run the blackened stream bank, no howls or growls, fouled forest trees of grim and cascading heavens bleeding red rains and soaking stains, loss of prevalence, no gentle winds irrelevant, and child born shivering from the cold, fear and illness of unknown benevolence, never to know longevity as the dark stream consumes clarity and births ambiguity, no guilty minds only raggedy quilts, sour milk and hate fits.