Lost in the mists of time

Lost in the mist of time
down by the rivers edge
The mist surrounds me
I blow the awaiting horn

Out of the mist
a tall dark stranger appears
It is the Ferryman
I cross his palm
with silver
then step into
the awaiting boat

Down the river Styx
and fade
into the distance
to be seen
nevermore

The world
around me
no longer exists
only a grey mist

The sound
of the river
as the ferryman
poles us across

Errie silence falls
I tremble with such
foreboading