It’s to a distant place I go, unwillingly. I have no choice. A Dark Dreamscapes Entry |
The Final Voyage In the nether world, eternal night reigns without break of coming day. It is a place that has no light; time’s lost its hold, it has no sway. It’s to this distant place I go, unwillingly. I have no choice. I’m caught up in the undertow of one last breath without a voice. I cross the Stix, beneath the gaze of hell’s Charon, a final voyage. He navigates the dark world’s maze protecting from the undead’s rage. The lost souls circle. Pleading eyes look hungrily at what once was; their forlorn hope - to gain reprise from their conviction by hell’s laws. The ferryman continues on, his eyes ablaze within his face for he awaits a coming dawn whose light will never see this place. At last, I hear waves on a shore where river and the darkness blend. I ask Charon, “One question more; a new beginning or the end?” A look of anguish flashes bright. His answer fills my heart with fear. “We are the masters of our plight. Each choice we made has led us here. Search your heart and it will show the answers that you seek to know." An entry for Round 28, "Invalid Item" Prompt: Image (see above) Form: Quatrain Line Limit: 60 Line Count: 30 |