The Man
The Man
The man,
In his black coat,
The ferry man,
Rowing the boat.
Waits for you, stands still,
Has spirit nor will.
The man,
Face pale,
The ferry man,
Skin scaled.
Waits for you, stands still
Has spirit nor will.
The man,
In sails his boat,
The ferry man,
Comes close.
The man, this man,
With gis coat black as the night,
Is the last man you will ever see.
His eyes stare at you,
Fearless,
While you shake terrified.
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