The Ferry

Ferry me across the lake,
Along these deathly waters,
To my resting family,
My brothers, sons and daughters.

Take me to them, ferryman,
For I myself am slain,
Lead me to their treasured souls,
Within this dark domain.

Guide me past the tragic lost,
The dead who pull me near,
Toward their pool of sorrow,
From where horror runs in fear.

Take me to the blackened marsh,
Along the rivers of the Styx,
To the dead, pained and tortured,
For whom time forever ticks.

Peer into these eyes of mine,
And see them empty of life,
Know that they belong in death,
And beyond this lake of strife.

I beg, allow me passage,
For in life I stand alone,
But in death I shall belong,
Where the souls have all flown.

For beyond the dreaded Styx,
Across these deathly waters,
Lay at rest my family,
My brothers, sons and daughters.