The Self-Fulfilling Prophecy

In a world of mixed-up priorities
Death comes under many a guise
But it is always the one and only
At the loneliest and last moment of life
Praying under a cold rainy sky
For the Styx and Lethe to run dry
So oblivion and vengeance could finally meet
While the ferryman an his infamous skiff
Remain beached on the shores of eternity
Dreams are double-edged swords albeit rusty…
Photo and Ramblings by Hugh Ardoin