Like a foggy evening in a winter town here goes my serenade to you

I once walked by the river of Lethe

And found it cool; and gentle too,

I wanted to wet my palm

With its water and remember you!

Through young autumn's hue, I looked afar,

There was no star in the sunny sky, 

'Silly of me', I thought and smiled

When the mighty river shimmered and went dry.

I wanted to run from the place

Haunted by the guilt that bit into me

You, the baby of night, shot me down straight

And when I was dead, laughed in glee.

All was lost, or so it seemed,

When you found my palm wet with blood;

Then you shrieked and forgot your way

For the river came back and cooked you a flood.