Still waters run deep,
Unmoving but not asleep.
Calm like singing wind chimes,
Beneath the surface is her crimes.
Swim, swim, the fish goes,
None the wiser of her woes.
Inviting suitors with a serenade,
Caught in her blade, he’s betrayed.
He’s drowning on dry land,
Trapped in a quick sand.
Regret sinking with him in the deep,
The story of a man who took a leap.
Blues without Clues 