Charon

by Blake   Jul 8, 2019


Ferry man
For him we wait
To unknown lands
To every gate
Through every rill
That softly flows
And golden hill
Above he rows
Ask rest we may
To them beneath
Doth wait and pray
To leave our wreath
To seas and suns
Beneath the moon
Our friend has come
We see them soon
With salt and oars
They row us down
And to the doors
To let us drown

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  • 3 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Excellent. Great rhyming in what is really quite technically difficult to achieve. Nice to see it nominated. Milly x

    • 3 months ago

      by Blake

      It got nominated??!

  • 3 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Brilliantly done. Nominated for the weekly.

    All the best

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