A grand boat slides through the grey mist
with no sound at all.
Souls that have once been,
wait for the boatman to arrive.
A tall thin figure glides down the gangplank,
to ask his question to each soul,
before giving way to let them onboard.
'DO YOU REGRET ANYTHING? '
No words are said
but a cold chill crawls round the boatman
and a haunting sense of right
fills the seats.
Coins that were placed so loving
now pay the boatmans way.
His long black cloak
clings to him like skin,
his hollow, skull-like eyes glow red
and yet nothing is said,
as the grand boat launches
to carry the lost souls home.
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