Ferryman

 

Wakes aboard

this boat unmoored,

as it sails on black clouds.

A dark foreboding enshrouds.

The ferryman gives his cues,

two coins to pay his dues

and over the chasm they cruise.

 

The guide says 

'they will be expecting us'

As he rows over the vast emptiness.

The Boat Glides through

labyrinthine swirling fog into eternity.

The silent man's face drips with dew.

Or are they tears?

One for every lost year.

 

Dead lands, swamps and reaching hands,

outstretching limbs, no golden sands.

Cavernous catacombs

of these catatonic isles.

As the man gazes over the miles,

he glazes over 

and remembers all of the lost smiles.

 

The ferryman grunts,

'We have arrived'

as he punts

the final few feet.

They step onto the pier,

the man weeps with fear

as he is led unto the gates.

He remembers why this is his fate,

all the lives lost because

of his greed and hate.

 

 

 

 

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