Beyond the mountain peaks,
where the blue waters flow.
Lies a secret existence,
people crawl to behold.
Ancient nature kills to hold,
that really lies deep in the soul.
Night progresses that magic wine,
and crosses over the limit line.
Despite that ancient wise mind,
sin makes their life seem fine.
The only warning a pure white dove,
sent by love from above.
Tasting that drink of death than life,
they finally see youth is just not enough.

© 1996 Rhon-da L. Barbour