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A star shivers at dawn, fields wrapped in dew
The river hums a hymn it’s always known
Where currents whisper through the ashen grove
Charon, the grim oarsman, stitches life to bone
He knows the price of breath, the weight of a coin
The way hope curdles when the fog rolls in
Yet still they come—souls clutching rusted prayers—
To trade their last light for passage to the din
Earth’s a quilt of farewells, fates torn and sewn
Yet he offers cold comfort—ferryman of the unknown
One shore demands a coin, one a whispered plea
But all souls kneel alike at the edge of eternity
“Turn back,” the river rasps “Or pay the toll”
Your hands hold neither gold nor ghostly creed
This boat sways only for the properly dead—
Lovers’ vows? Just ash Charon never bleeds
Time drips like wax from the grove’s blackened trees
He greets each fevered pulse, each final breath
But you and I—no raft can mend our divide
What’s drowned in Lethe stays drowned Even love Especially love
Earth’s a quilt of farewells, fates torn and sewn
Yet he offers cold comfort—ferryman of the unknown
One shore demands a coin, one a whispered plea
But all souls kneel alike at the edge of eternity
