The Black River

The tar it shines was pure and toxic
The smell of it, lingers your nose
Yet as a goldfish swims so angelic
The looks of it, evil is close

The sun flips over this ravine
The goldfish dove and played underneath
It was wrathful and a mortal sin
He is innocent, as his heart went to last beat

The black river engulfs his breath
The goldfish’s soul evacuated his fearsome corpse
It was dark as the river, his passing or death
The other creatures swam as the Corps

Blackness kills though it poisons
The souls fighting, abhorring motions