Ferryman

Charon gestures,
board the boat of reeds.
Gather up the obolus
dig deep the broken oar
Forever forward,
traipsing the sunless sea.
Drift in murky depths
rough, blackened waters.
Backwards tussle
into the Isle of Sorrows.
Jagged rocks, twist, turn, lost
shroud the labyrinth within
Screams in the oblivion
nothing whispers
Entering weeping bay.
hold tight the soul
Within harrowing’s embrace
specters take flight
To dark Shadow delight.

(Unfinished ~ In progress)

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