The Ferryman's Muse, part II
Neither blissfully numb nor warmed by the sun.
Wandering the halls of desperation.
Searching the passageways of the long-forgotten.
Raising notes through muted mists and waters.
Safe-passage always, to ponder the eternal abyss in horror.
The witness must survive to tell the story.
The muse must tell the ferryman a story....
Long enough to see all souls safely home.