styx & stones

I listen intently to his words;

Every. Single. One.

Each time,

Pulled across the river ~

To the land of the living.

Again.

It is commanded;

I listen and obey.

Placing myself in front of the rock,

I am yoked, choking in objection;

Determined to feel every crack and crevice,

Destined to wear it proudly;

Every dust mote & battle scar.

Waking to start the journey again;

Well met, renewed in fortitude.

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