The Viscious River Met My Friend

The river floated idly by a lush green pasture
the animals grazing there savored their freedom
to eat and drink as much as they pleased.
they lived without fear
there was no hunters in their pasture
no men with their demands
women knew not of them
so alone in their pasture they lived at peace
and worshipped their gifts from the land
but there was a downside to the splendour
a balance that must be weighed
for every happy moment
a sorrow filled one unitedly came
the river once so idle
turned viscious in its fury
and spanning like a flame
ensnaring all the hapless
the weak and the mundane
it is the rivers right
of this they all agree
but still the sight is troubling
perhaps only to me
so how does one do it?
stand aside and watch the pain
how does one look on
as fear and pain drive all insane
I cannot idly watch
I cannot witness such a crime
to be swept so harshly down that river
while crying and screamin in vain
what kind of friend am I?
that you would ask me to do the same
to watch you suffer
hurts and fears
and idly let you drown,insane!
the fury of the river scares off the weaker friend
but I am more than shadow
more passionate till the end
think not of sacrifice
or peace at the finish
for this rivers journey
will strip your ever end
you will not find your glory
or be praised for your defeat
you will lose yourself
and all those you once called friend
when your strength and courage fail
and your submission the river meets..