Charon

"Charon"

by m.paolo macariola

immortal are the

withered roses that you held,

my beautiful corpse

like an oath

to kiss the grave of his lips,

filled with the worms of promise,

his arms are the abyss.

where the crows await.

i could be your pallbearer,

your charon,

to sing of the end,

chant it:

immortal are the withered roses,

you will be at one with them...

i will take you there,

to be imprisoned in hades,

where you would rot near me

drowning

in the worms of his embrace.

but first you must be

at one with the crows

-- you must be stripped of your flesh.

the bell of crows accompany

your march,

towards the end, the beginning of it,

where awaits your coffin of thorns,

your finale,

where you would finally depart

with an oath...

and so i leave with mine:

to swim in a sea of skeletons,

to throw myself at the crows,

to be void of a heart,

to rot,

to die

as you kiss his lies

I, Charon shall await

the coming of crows,

your fall to hades