Ahtohallan River

A wispy air of mystery, Follows me through history, Be careful not to judge me, Because there’s so much more hidden than you can see,

Don’t ask for too much, Mind you or you’ll soon end up in my crutch, Don’t underestimate my powers, For much grows inside my towers,

Don’t venture too far in, Or you’ll soon lose all your kith and kin, And end up in the grasp of greed, Which is an excellent poison indeed,

The power of its might, Will hold you tight, And bring your own dear death, With me watching you take your last breath,

But if you know me well, You can avoid going to hell, And if you ask me wisely, Then I’ll reply nicely,

You can take what you need, Without getting stuck with greed, But the instant I feel selfish minds prodding me, I will unleash my wrath with utmost glee,

Destroying them once and for all, Mark my words as they may impact your call.