A river of thought
The flowing of dreams
The facts eat the fiction
Until the water is ‘clean’

But the chaos of nature-
It isn’t chaos, really-
Takes over again
Once more, the river runs sweetly

In the corner of the eye
Appears a strange sight
Invasive species
Float in from the night

A dark network of terror
Takes over the seas
And has come to the river
In no rush to please

The new king is cruel
The new queen is mean
The guards are all rude
And what they talk of is obscene

But the rebellion is strong
And not with the Force
They never give up
And are very down-to-earth

The rebellion gathers people
They gather warriors, too
And soon they are ready
For a military coup

They start with a siege
Then take out the battlements
In the blink of an eye
The king is marked absent

The queen claims she doesn’t know
The dukes and earls the same
But the guards shed some info
The duchess is to blame

She hated the evil king
And his horrid court
So she killed the ruler
It was the last resort

When the body was found
The cheers erupted
“The river is freed!”
Everyone shouted

For the first time in years
The water wasn’t clean
But it wasn’t dark either-
Just fresh and serene

The fish swam freely
The fiction thrived
And the river of thought
Really was alive