The Ferryman Approaches

Wretched tempest arisen from the dark abyss.

The writhing lamenting goes unto black sea adrift.

Cisterns void filled overflowing of lustful knowing.

Stargazers bow beneath Mars surreal winds lowing.

Purveyors of injustice stand solemn at the eternal gate.

They stand in waiting for the ferryman to placate.

Fouls stench rows single now across the fetid stream.

Passengers doomed pray silent for awakening from a dream.

Yet dreams cling not to this, the slippery slopes of perchance.

For consumption reclaims predestinations lurid dance.

Therefore to thee comes this, thy nocturnal woe.

The ferryman approaches; unrepentant in darkness go.

J. Allen Wilson © 8/2007