Unbound in the Deep

The Rock on which I foundered
is rolling down the hill
to rest upon the Styx dark bank
where the waters yet run still

The coal shell chain that cloaked my face
lays shattered in the moss
gathered by my tortured hand
to pay the fare across

The silent sighs that echo
from the endless night below
strap themselves to my shame
as he begins to row

hooded in a rosewood mist
from crown to rotten sole
he points a leaden finger
toward a lifeless swooping crow

the echoes sighs grow fainter
as light seeps from the shore
I gather up my shame and rope
and tumble overboard