Down the River Red

See the stars in their element above
And ponder the motives of their free poise.
Incandescing as numberless white doves
That soar infinitely, devoid of noise.
The amethyst river flows ever on,
Devoured by the mount from whence it came.
The red shores of which I did come upon
And plunged my halberd into its white waves.
I saw the crimson as it swirled and mixed
With the water that had once been a veil.
The crystal-surface broke and there betwixt
Its threads of silver a body did sail.
One needn’t question the thought of the why.
Rather, they must question that of the sky.