The Charon

"Open your eyes boy, its time to go"
Said the man with the cloak made of Shadows
"Hand me your cents so we can depart,
To the place where sinners go"

With despair in my eyes
And tears on my face
I turned from the wretched old man
"Can I please return home?
I'm afraid to be alone,
This place is too dark for me.."

The man turned to me
With sweat on his brow
And said with his cackling voice
"Give me your hand, and step inside
The moment is finally here.
Now don't worry boy, its not so bad.
You'll get used to it through the years."

With two cents in hand
I looked at this man
Horrified to accept my fate
I closed my eyes and took a step back
And realized that it was too late
The Grim Reaper had come
My time was done
And this man had to take me away.

Once more the man turned
His lips pressed tight
Fire and spite in his eyes
"Now hand me your cents so we can depart
To the place where sinners go."