The Dead Eaters
The boat rowed steadily in the white waters of Hades
The Oarsman, drank mead, and foam like Crazy
Wound around his wrists, were rows of teeth of ivory
“Row, row!” he cried, to each and every one aboard,
And bit our lips, until they bleed to his desire—
“For I am Agaliarept, the Henchman of Hell,
And your new world, is mine!” he shirked and yelled.
And near the dock, with dripping blood upon the sand
I saw the dead eaters, wringing their hands.
Note: Written 6-14-2010/No: 2718
by Dlsiluk
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