8 April 2012
Yellow then orange then red
Now the sky was black and dead
The sounds of life had ebbed away
But soft the tide still lapped the bay
And as I neared the waters shore
A hooded-figure in a boat I saw
I ventured closer, pulse still racing
The shadowy figure stayed stern facing
A moment to subdue my fear
Then on again towards the pier
Above me in the pitch black sky
The starlight had begun to die.
With every slow surefooted pace
My heart & mind began to race
Should I stop, continue, stay,
Turn & flee, Go on, delay
The boatman slowly turned and beckoned
I stopped there in my tracks a second
My heart, my soul could not pretend
T'was not the journey's start, but end.
Dark Styx • Opuss № I