The
shallow passage runs deep
Filled
with souls; beyond bounds to atone
The
air is thick and stifling
Reeking
of death and despair.
The
hopelessness filling these walls beckons
Whimpering,
with tears of lonely anguish as they reach out to you
To
answer would to be a fool
Lost
are those who wander with their wonder
Doomed
to this abyss forever.
A ways
off, he approaches
Closer
with each row
Steady
his pace is
With creaking
echoes over the wailing damned
Before
long, he docks
Standing
at the bow and stretches his hand towards me beggingly
His
fingers are rotted
Tattered
skin loosely dangles from the bone
Reeking
of decay.
Without
hesitation I handed him the golden coin.
As he
stepped aside
There
were no words
There
was no hesitation
I made
my way aboard the vessel.
Concealed
in a ragged cloak
I
could not see his face
He
made no discernible movements
Head
towards the distance
Steering
the boat along with every thrust of the oar.
This
journey would soon be complete
I sit
and await my arrival
Beyond
the reach of the living
Beyond
the planes of existence
Forgotten
in time like whispers in the wind
The
final destination for a weary traveler.
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