To the Edge of the World (The Song of Navriss Pt.2)

Like a vulture, he came to my hometown, To my hometown. Just a little boy, I watched him Knock upon the old wooden door, To the old man’s house, The old grizzled Moor. In silence, the man in black fled down the old road, Beside him running silent, Was the grizzled old Moor. Behind the two upon a horse, I rode through the cold. Through the charred hills, Beyond mountains old. We travelled through lands, where the sun feared to tread, And the midnight sun filled my heart with dread. Still the two, upon dark gossamer wings, Led me back into the sun, But it would be many years Before our journey was finally done. Hey you, with the chill in your bones Come gather round . . . Pull yourself up closely Warm yourself by the fire . . . Can you feel it? Seasons changed While the years sailed on by Still we went on, Forever on, and on. Beneath a sun and moon Trading places in the sky. Beyond seas so vast, So cold. Until at last we came, To the edge of the world, Where a man now grown up Can touch the stars. I stood upon the edge of the place, The place they go, their world. Which is cold, sometimes hot Beyond the edge of the world. With my cloak wrapped tightly around me I followed the man in black, Yet behind the old Moor Into the heart of a darkened land Where souls yearn to be free. And my eyes opened wide, So eager to see what I might find. Hey you, with the chill in your bones Come gather round . . . Pull yourself up closely Warm yourself by the fire . . . Can you feel it? Bright coin in my hand, ‘Twas this I gave to the dead ferryman. Over black mirrored water, Silently we sailed over the Sea of Styx. Little more than my shadow I studied the black-dressed man, Just as he studied the souls beneath the waves, A spiralling helix. Upon the far shore Minos sat upon a throne of bone With his host of the damned, For the grizzled old Moor Minos passed judgement severe, Yet unto black naught was said nor done, Yet unto me was passed The cruellest judgement. I cried for all to hear, “I am alive! Alive.” But Minos sat back and smiled And said, “Oh woe to yea curiosity unfed, You who had followed black while still very much alive Shall walk eternity through the footsteps of the dead.” I pray you heed me well, For we are the spirits of regret, The souls of the Forgotten And we are the ghosts of . . . Sorrow . . . And so I sit, Beneath the muted stars, On the edge of the world . . .