Before you cross the bridge
Dreaming of dancing peacocks
Twinkling purple stars
Velvety puffs of breeze
A naked sword
A sharp naked sword
Can cut the rope
When you step on
Planks can wreck with a sudden burst
To turn you
Into a loud, sharp shriek
I have seen the water in wrath
Waiting to clutch you
In its jaws
Before you cross the bridge
Mesmerized with a coquette melody
Maddened by enthralling fragrances
Hear the leaves murmuring
Sweating in a deadly fright
See at the other end
Birds entering into a bleak
And turning into ash
Before you cross the bridge
Let the rain fall
And wash away
All the virulent dust.
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