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The Ferryman 

A gray-bearded old man shrouded in black
Stands in a boat with the wind at his back.
He gazes upon me through morning mist
And there seems but one path to take, I wist.

O' Ferryman, Ferryman, I implore,
Take me aboard and row across the shore.
Deliver me unto the Golden Halls
That lieth beyond mighty Asgard's walls.

His single eye shines bright as a beacon
With a steady light that does not weaken.
He points to me and motions me toward
As the waves gently drift his boat forward.

O' Ferryman, Ferryman, I implore,
Take me aboard and row across the shore.
Deliver me unto the Golden Halls
That lieth beyond mighty Asgard's walls.

He reaches the bank and offers his hand.
I grasp it and he pulls me off the land.
I'm taken aboard and he starts to row
Toward the bank no living man shall know.

O' Ferryman, Ferryman, I implore,
Take me aboard and row across the shore.
Deliver me unto the Golden Halls
That lieth beyond mighty Asgard's walls.

The water broken by the strike of oars
Settles as the Great Hall opens its doors.
Everlasting rest my soul shall now see
Because the Ferryman has called for me.

© Justin Douglas Blackford

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