In the quiet hush of midnight’s call,
A crimson river flows unseen,
Beneath the watchful, shadowed hall,
Where secrets stir in liquid sheen.
Whispers carried on the breeze,
The pulse of life, a rhythmic beat,
In every vein, in every crease,
A story told with every heartbeat.
Beneath the stars, a silent vow,
The dance of blood beneath the skin,
A symphony that time allows,
To weave its tale from deep within.
Eternal, flowing, ever true,
The river’s path both strong and wide,
In every drop, a world anew,
A testament to lifeâs great tide.