The Ferryman

 

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The Ferryman –
From the other side,
Just watched as we arrived;
He wore a long black hooded cloak,
But, I still could see his eyes
Reflected by the lantern,
That he held up shoulder high.
I’m sure he wondered who we were.
Why we were in this place?
A kingdom that for many years,
Had been left in perfect peace.
But he never asked one question,
When he brought his raft across;
Just said it was one silver coin,
For each warrior and his horse.

Two long hours, back and fro,
With horses and with men;
And in that time, the Ferryman
Never spoke again.
Then just as we got mounted,
Ready to ride on,
In a voice that seemed to come from Hell –
He said, “I’ll be here when you return.”

The Ferryman –
From the other side,
Just watched as we arrived;
He wore a long red hooded cloak,
But I could not see his eyes.
He must have known
We were demented men,
Running from the sword;
But when he came across the river
He never said a word.
Yes, we had some victories,
Not enough to win;
And now we were retreating fast,
From this young and Christian king.

Halfway across the river,
The Ferryman, whispered in my ear,
“Today, no need for you to pay, my friend,”
I will collect this toll next year.”
Then turning to the others,
In that voice from Hell, he said:
“From each of you one silver coin,”
Plus the souls of all the dead!”

June 2015 © (Löst Viking) John Anthony Fingleton

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