Seeping through creeks
Slithering through vents
Scoffed on by the sly
Unnoticed by the other
As it flows down the gutter
Carrying with it, the scum of the city
Brown, smelly, anything but pretty.
The passerby
Takes a similar path
Reaching the bank of a maiden sweet
Which moves with
A mysterious wrath
It has lush, lusty waters
Hearts it slaughters
The passer-by, his eyes transfixed
Enchanted, as he stands amidst
The many who gaze on
The some who let words define
Some, who capture still,

Its timeless,