A fluid flow.

A death like scent.

A ride so slow,

and It only cost a cent.

A shadow,

a monster,

a ghoul in disguise.

Meet the ferryman,

with deep hollow eyes.

Black and gloom,

there is no moon,

underneath this shadowed loom.

Where dark will live

to tell its lies,

and the man will listen

with no eyes.

Meet the ferryman,

who rows this boat.

Who rides the souls

that lost their coat.

Stuck like glue

in this place.

Such a shallow mind

of disgrace.

Bribe the ferryman

with your penny,

and learn your soul

was worth the money.

A hell of steam

and glistening glare.

A deal of work

with this slaves own lair.

Meet the ferryman

my lonely friend.

For I am afraid this is

THE END.