Cryptic Forest God Poem by Wamii Flyer

Far, far beyond this crimson forest of yours
The river flows toward the city

Bears usually visit it, to catch some tasty salmon

But what if they caught you instead?

Yellow, sharp teeth
Deep into your torso
Crushing your ribs under so much pressure

That won't happen, because you're dead

Fallen into the river that led to your doom
I actually watched you die
I'm the bear that refused to lend you a hand

Down into the dreamland, you went

Your robotic voice drowned
Your body? Also drowned
You
Drowned.

''I told him not to touch the pretty lily pads, but he did. So, it's none of my business.''