Object

O Bride of rust, you've lost your frame 
I even doubt what was your name 
Silent masonry seems so still 
and brickwork laid with mossy fill 
O stream below do you know? 
I guess your flow is def 'ly no. 
It's quiet here, I know, at first 
creaking symphony rehearsed. 
but underneath the tranquil speaks, 
a chaos governs, moist soil reeks, 
the wind is soft, a gentle hand, 
noiseless caress, a charming reprimand. 
Like an alarming facade I chase 
my inner demons molesting face; 
I can never leave the sun-lit forest lace, 
for all I need is someone to take my place. 
"Always Forever . . . Art Freaks . . ." 
 - the 'AF' CREW xum4 
(what you see in quotations was inscribed on the bridge)

Tranquil Bridge