There's a bridge across the hill,
under it flows the tinkling river singing its own tune,
along its shores lie stories in galore,
of bloody fights, blossoming hearts and secret encounters,
who knows how deep runs the waters,
every layer of it carries tales,
yet to be explored and revived,
it is this place where lurks the souls of the once loved,
or the ones who were killed in fearsome battles,
here every wheeze of the wind wraps a secret,
no one knows how old,
there lies the boat aside the shore rocking with the wind,
waiting for yet another passenger to be ferried,
unravelling the shadier mysteries hidden in its greater depths.
