The Other Side Of The Canyon

Careful not to fall in. The rivers are strong and the current is fast.

Iron gates, with rusting rocks 

Positioned at the base 

Open in the desert breeze - 

Giving birth to stony depths, 

Deathly howls and crooked trees. 

Carved into the canyon side,

A guarding evil face.

 

Children play, but wash away,

In rivers in the void.

Dark green at first, then turn to red -

They float into oblivion,

Swirling streams around my head.

The garnet, orange tumble,

A dive I can't avoid.