Down The River

As the thunderhead approached their seditious convoy

The cries of the parade of men echoed across the fields

And yet, it was not fear in their hearts, but joy

For it was a blissful ignorance they did wield

Alas, the storm did strike with greater strength than most could foresee

And the vessel upon which the men sat was swallowed by the rapids

For nature knows not the notion of mercy

And the crews unscathing escape she did forbid

The river quickly apprehended the crew and banished them to the depths

The once animated and potent party, now one with the river bed