Kristina Monroe Navigation Let Charon guide me through Lethe And Morpheus draw a form I may enter Alight on the shadow of darkness My soul stretches forth To test un-wet waters Will my guide lead me like Tiresias Riddled with faithless prophecies Skewing my direction? Ahh, but the river through which the Ferryman navigates Blessedly renders silence Voices without chords Forgetfulness subdues The ebb and flow Of souls slowly drowning A sound escapes: It is Cerebus His tail slaps reverence From solemnity and greedily Laps up the last drop of soul-life My guide, Charon, leads me To, then beyond The multi-headed watch dog As he whips his tail in protest.
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