I wonder if it is right that I sometimes see Death in my dreams. I see the messenger first, in a black cloak, and then Him nearby, noose in hand, ready to drag me into the fiery depths of Hell. Scares the Hell out of me actually, and I wake up with a start ready to try and outrun Him!
Charon, the ferry guide across Styx
comes calling in dreams every night;
Callous to my sweaty brows and fear,
coin, for final journey, he keeps near;
Chiseled fate, is Hades arriving soon?
Coal black, the sky now in new moon,
Caliginous steps I see, with last light.
For the A to Z April Challenge, Open Link Night at D’verse Poets & Poem-a-Day at Poetic Asides.
(April 3rd, 2012)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.