La Llorona

Don’t go to the untamed river.

For she waits with salty tears of sorrow

Betrayed by her lover

With long inky hair, and pale translucent skin.

She portrays a beautiful deception,

An alluring mirage hiding bloody tulle.

As the air carries her weeps, wails, and moans.

Forever in a futile search for her children.

Children of air, now children of the water.

Life threads cut by jealous hands,

Maternal hands, hands of anger and haste

Tragically lost to the river’s cold embrace.

Now only a mother’s corpse remains.

Beguiling one to approach

Ready to bestow her anguish

Through the purification of water

Just like her babies.