River of Darkness

River of darkness,
Flowing between rows of trees that are blotches of blackness in the night,
What spectres do you transport,
What secrets are you drowning along the way?
If I were to ride you,
To what temple or cave would you take me,
And would it be a violent landing?
Would I be able to crawl from the inky shore,
Soaking and wounded,
And would I then regret the trip,
And rave against my destination?
No, I don't think I'll be riding,
Not on a night as black as this.