Som'lorea

Rivers keep running 'til the very break of day, 
Clambering below them to find a place to stay. 
"Can't we go on rushing, until the break of day?" 
"No, sirs you cannot, and that is what I say!" 

The warden of the rivers is found within a keep, 
A place of great desire, a place for them to sleep. 
Rivers go on looking, yet find no place to be 
Apart from his fair caverns--and that is where I'll be.