Death in his vessel of welded bone
trolls the ethereal stream
as the trapped souls shriek leap
in the
dim waters of his wake
Plague lingers
on the lilt
of the
cackles of demonic oarsmen
chatting
over the silent cries
coming from the ravens
on the
branches of the charcoal oaks
lining the shore
on the
deck
fallen angels sip ruby virgin blood
from
golden chalice
gluttonous drips running down the gem
adornments
as they
revel in the heavy macabre air
the wretched emerald
light of flames
lead the
damned in their waltz
while
Hope suffocates
her shining soul and luminous heart
smothered out
unseen
beneath the nefarious stars
like pinholes of black in the midnight sky
***
(Minneapolis, MN -- July, 2018)
This poem is actually inspired by an incense holder someone gave me that sort of looks like a canoe made out of skulls. Building off of those Greek mythology themes from the other poems, I imagined this boat travelling down the river Styx in the Underworld while all good things around it perished.
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