Caronte Poem by Poetheart Morgan
Caronte
Wrapped by will
Caronte appears
and for all the work he does
You just need to pay it for
and to the other side
he sails with you
maybe you could choose
only
looking what was above
he took you from me
so many times
and every time you appear
I pay the ferryman twice
A ritual
to surrender myself
~seems to me that he became
More and more friendly! ~
but I have no discount
and my dreams are filled with darkness
no relief for the sinner
who raises the dead
But tormented
is my soul ~made by~?
let me spell my enchanted words
to cast you alive
no Gods or threat
to fear
here is my Realm
sail not through the ocean but through the pool of love -nice indeed
In this realm, who is it you become? The saddling of the sun. The capturing of the fiery star. Hells bars. Do they forever hold in the moving of chains? Locked against molten rock. How can that be, when it flows? Which way is it going? No destination, just a constant rush. Motives abandoned. Purpose withstanding. Is there any name in which we can be branding? This is a devious imprisonment. One where your desire to be free exist endlessly. But with no direction, and a circling fortunes. You are led each time back to where you started. *Edited May 27,2013 Indeed you poem got me thinking, a very inspiring poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 3:09:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very strong write. I pay the ferryman twice, a great line.