River water gushing through callously,
the darkness in the woods running a chill down the spine,
Mysca gathers herself as she takes big strides to get out of the dark woods.
Convincing self, not to fear as it’s nothing but her thoughts.
Suddenly everything goes lull, the silence is killing,
she had preferred the noise, the gushing river and tyrant winds were making,
disbelievingly overpowering and hiding something much more frightful.
Calls out a soothing voice, hiding behind the hues of blueberries shrubs,
come to me, and you shall be at peace.