The Lady in Boat
The moon was shining
the wolves were howling
the lady in boat
was gently floating.
The night was so clear
the face shed a tear
the lady in boat
ventured on the river.
Frogs were rejoicing
the wind was singing
the lady in boat
was holding a flower.
The river was calmed
the candles were lit
the lady in boat
ceased in a forest, so thick.
Her beauty glowed
her face was cold
the lady in boat
was nowhere to be seen!
Why should we care?
why should we trust?
the lady in boat
was turned to dust.
