The Ferryman
Pay your coin to the Ferryman
for passage cross the Archeron.
Journey to the underworld,
put your weary soul to rest.
One hundred years of swampy
shores, to wander if you falter,
wretched screams of undead
souls, tearing at your chest.
by Barry Anderson
Some of my best nights
Were spent
On nights such as this.
There is no rush
Like a rush
There stand the " Working Man "
Facing Death .
KS