What imagination fused in the dark? Silence to consume the soul. Bound in the grasp of fear.Sounds of the ferryman taking his toll.
Ride the ferry cross the river Styx. Feel the cold air blow. Dark clouds across the sky. Don't think the sun will show. Reaching out his boney hand the ferryman takes his toll. In the distants I hear the screams of those who lost their souls.
Before reaching the other side. A hand reaching from the clouds. Grab a hold of my hand. A voice screamed ever so loud.
Now as before, a choice to be made, before I reach the shore. Should I take the hand? Or continue my tour? Haunting sounds, darkness and dismay. Yet what choice should be made? What of the hand reaching down? Does the other hold a blade? Who is on my side? Questions asked on the ferry ride.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-12-03 05:36:49
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