The River Mumma's Bridge

The Flat Bridge stretches, a stoic stone spine, Across the Rio Cobre, where shadows entwine. A road to paradise, some may say, But whispers of a dark secret linger by day.

The River Mumma, a legend untold, In the lizard-green depths, her form takes hold. Some say a vengeful spirit, with eyes cold and black, Pulling fated cars down, a watery attack.

Screams echo hollow, swallowed by the night, As headlights plunge deep, vanishing from sight. Lost souls claimed by the river's cold embrace, Joining the Mumma in this watery chase.

But some tales paint a different design, The Mumma, a protector, a creature divine. When metal twists and hope seems to wane, She emerges, a saviour, erasing the pain.

With powerful grace, she lifts cars from the fray, Returning them gently to the light of day. Is she wrath or salvation, a puzzle untold? The Flat Bridge bears witness, both fierce and bold.

So traverse with caution, this bridge old and grand, For the River Mumma's secrets shift like the sand. Will your journey be blessed, or a watery demise? Only the Rio Cobre, with its emerald eyes, knows the truth that lies.