Wednesday, April 24, 2024

Ferry Tale Ending


Tell me some more

About the shore

Where Charon waits

To greet the greats

And poor and 'twixt,

Randomly mixed,

A penny apiece,

Without surcease.

Is it hard and bare?

Do spirits share


Or try to flee,

Each dark shape

Bent on escape?

Do come ahead,

He tells the dead,

No woo, no warning.

No more morning.

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