Charon has come to take me across the River Styx. |
-The Ferryman- by Keaton Foster ** Image ID #1989148 Unavailable ** Charon Singing His silent song Whistling Dixie Across the river Styx Hades unabashed Ferrier of passengers Bringing the deceased To the feet of doom Across the lake of division Between living and death With a coin in my mouth And another in my gut I’m well aware Certainly do I understand That if I am ripped from limb Any payment will remain within I will not be denied Each detailed planned wide Each possible troubled removed I will make my way across The darkest waters possible I’ve learned all of my lessons Wickedness comes full circle Some, those few there Closer to the shore Are the wanderers Not quite alive Only slightly disposed I don’t know them Nor would I ever want to Such cruelness, justified Righteousness enshrined I deserve to be right here And simply put they do not What will I see What will it all be On the other side of the shore Out there where things can’t be seen Charon will bring me to my doom Across the river Styx All that he requires is a coin And on my being I have two Just in case the payment of one Somehow falls through… The Ferryman Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |