She looks down into the glassy black water
Hoping to see some trace of her father
But all she sees is her own pale face
Small and alone in this dark, cold place
A whispering echo reaches her ear
But when she turns 'round, there is nothing near
Imagining hearing the threat of scales rasping
She backs away quickly, nervously gasping
She falsely percieves movement near, on the ground
And turns to run, screaming- making nary a sound
For as she had turned, she fell to the water
Falling down, down, down, to the calls of her father
