Goodbye Acheron
My ferryman greets me at the shore
His hood is down, he doesn’t smile
The water is black, it paints his oar
I know he’s been waiting for a while
As I step on, the boat creaks and sways
The ferryman is silent, but he looks at me
The bodies in the water make for a decrepit maze
On the beach, they gaze from the shore at the sea
I see her standing from amongst the damned
Her face is frozen, a petrified wrath
Her blood drips down onto the sand
As she watches the water mark the ferryman’s path
The skeletons circle around his boat
It's there that they begin to recognize me
But they cannot speak for they have no throat
Their black bones writhe, a mimicry
They grasp and thrash, clawing at my skin
There are no scales, they’ve chosen the sword
A sable skull, one for every sin
The ferryman is silent as I’m pulled overboard