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A forbidden river
painted from the ink of night
is visited by the hunter,
his hands red with blood

His is nameless, names do not matter much
in a world of grim.
What matter is his father’s vow
that doomed the future before him.

Out of the water she rises with inhuman beauty
her skin like a pearl and strange crystal eyes
She wrapped her arms around him,
The hunter, too dazed to remember they were chains to bring his demise.

A brief gasp as she dragged him under
barely a ripple in the liquid darkness.

The water sprite never forgets.

I love this. :)

Thanks guys. Just something I wrote for a high school creative writing class. :)