Before the gleaming entrance
With a throbbing lure of enchantment
stood Bonnie left to Clyde

Soft and warm flowed in the rose-tinted waters
Marched in Clyde
like a valiant trooper
out of the mouth of the swirling river
Rushed a sharp breath of wind

Out Clyde pulled from its scabbard

a long sword of bronze
now dampen with the humid breeze
And glistening like autumn's dew droplets
before thrusting it back into the soft sand
on a body of land stretched wide across

Of a trepid ocean

its gustlike hiss of billowing waves

filled the air like music

Not long afterwards,
Bonnie rushed forward
plunging in deeper strokes

with an air of madness
with every jolt of tension

that crept slowly in
came a release of euphoria

that spilled over madly, hysterically
like a gushing waterfall
a primal calling

that struck every nerve
Rolled back
with the glint of feral air
The blazing eyes of a storm
How the branches quivered,

trembled even
An orchestra of silent screams and stifled whimpers
As the entire ground groaned with rapture
in and out the island did come Bonnie and Clyde