The Bridge that Love Built

A haunted bridge

Driving down
One foggy night
On the road near the sound
Looking for a fright

We heard
From old lore
There was a bridge
Protected by a man with a beard

The man is long dead
He built the bridge
It's said
For his beloved

The bridge was
Built with love in each nail
Hoping this bridge proposal
Wouldn't fail

He was rejected
The next day
However the structure forever
Would stay

The woman
Loved another
This failure
He couldn't smother

He jumped
To his death
Off the bridge
He had left

To this day still
The bridge
Won't look ill

No vandal
Has ever been seen
Again

We come to it
Like we had heard
Nothing's a miss
Also there is no man with a beard

This bridge is pristine
One hundred years old
But nothing is tarnished
Like it just got a fresh coat
Of varnish

Though work has never been done
To upkeep
This bridge
Filled with mystique

We drive over slowly
Cautious
We coast
In no hurry

When we're almost done
My friend thought it'd be fun
To tempt fate
His curiosity he couldn't satiate

He throws a bag
Out the window
It floats down
Lands on the ground

The wind picks up
The chirps
And croaks
Stop

The water underneath
Seemingly reverses flow

And a man with a beard
Appears

He stands
In front of us
His figure: wispy
His eyes: angry

Eyes are blood red
He wants us dead
For the insult we flung
On his love

No motion here
From the man
with the beard
But the car flips

Into the water
Because of our blunder
The man has his wish
And tonight we sleep with the fish