The Crossing
The crossing .
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Along the shore of tomorrow and close to the inland sea
By the mountains of forgiveness and the lake of eternity.
With a river for the lost souls that travels through out the land
Over seeing all those passed
is the leader of the dammed .
What tithe or cost this crossing
Which direction must I go,
Along the shining path and toward that earthly glow?.
As The crimson clouds of woefulness
Cross the weary sky
Feelings of this once living
slowly pass me by.
The Ferry now approaches
and upon this sombre tide,
Forgotten memories haunt me now from the death I died.
The Ancient trees of this underworld
clutch and seem to grasp,
Their darkest heights swaying as whispered questions are asked.
Ripples approach the sacred shore
and as death steps out to greet,
Her hand out stretched
With the blackest cloak ,
Come with me ‘is all she’ll speak.
Now upon the barge all over takes my breath
I lay me down upon this day ,
and am newly born in death.
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