How Legends Are Born

Two young lovers jumped to their death

On top of the old trussel bridge

Their bodies were found three days later

At the bottom of old mill ridge

A letter was found that told of their plight

On the ground where their bodies lay still

It said that this life forbid them to love 

But they vowed that death never will

A cross was placed on the ground where they lay

To mark where the lovers were slain

And when the moon is full, the people still see

Their spirits that seem to remain

Sometimes they're seen on top of the bridge

Just moments before they fall

They're still holding hands like two lovers do

Right before death comes to call

This story I've told you has no truth at all

So there's really no reason to mourn

I just wanted you to see how easy it can be

For this is how legends are born

Reviews

[pumpkin head]

There's truth in this, very poetic as well

[Dean Kuch®]

So true. Urban legends and myths are borne of such lore. You might just have started another.??