A frozen bed for each of us
Awaits so humbly in the ebony
These shackles clank from olden times
Impossible to miss the reckoning.
The rich and pauper - what the odds?
Both face the fatal shears, pendency,
Whatever batters, spoils, withholds,
We must stay people, share clemency.
The spinning world is one big clew
Entwined with double dealing secrecy
We sowed the wind, but vortex grew
Result of throwing stones at decency.
We meshed in yoke, nonspider web
So close as never to Nonentity
In darkNet we destroy and stab
And dripping blood sneaks in reality.
The Riddance from an orphaned life
Will cost too much, bethink it sevenfold
Take Charon's boat, pay coin and thrive
Your exile mind will peace in Waterfall...
The Charon s Boat II
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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