Charon The Ferryman

 

The seven year old boy downtown knows about him

The one who never misses church, says he doesn't want his soul handled by Charon

He says Charon knows no mercy, no pardon 

Plays with dark souls, both young and old 

He knows the ferryman

The church and his parents told him of Charon

There's a story about the great ferryman

The one saying there's a sin worse than all sins 

Darkness darker than hell's darkness 

There's a man more scary than the scariest man

More ruthless and thirsty for blood and souls 

I know of Charon...

I know of Charon the ferryman

Charon lives in the dark waters

Dark paths of the sea; no knockers

Charon is the man with the torn-out boat

Rusty nails and chip out wood 

One in which blood flows and souls mourn

He knows not mercy, but old charms and soul curse 

Charon talked of Molly 

The one who slayed all his children

The guy in whose house they found cigars

A poster showing a bounty made on his head dead or alive 

Rich Molly stays with Charon now, weeping and squeeling

He's with the ferryman, being fed regrets and torture

Charon takes no bribes; maybe your soul if you so wish..

Tell them about the ferryman

Let the little ones know about Charon 

The dark figure with the old torn boat 

No nails, just wood and sea of blood 

No gold, no role 

Just blood and forsaken souls ....

© amimoh