Dead Man's Fall

Dead Man's Fall that winds so high the brackish crags the deadly rocks clear-cut sky and the robber's den Dead Man's Fall above the stream the stream that flows so clean until the bend around Dead Man's Fall where it turns to tarnished black sickly mold crumbling ash the towering spires draping ghostly grey Dead Man's Fall with a robber's den echoes loud and empty Dead Man's Fall that touches sky and never lets men cry Dead Man's Fall and the robber's den filled with naught but hollow winds and the robber's skeleton