Longed- for voyage


Sorrow, this is what humanity begets. And what the earth has: a non flesh misanthrope. A non being to purge a docile, helpless soul.

Charon, ferry your passenger beyond humanity's sight.

This earthly humiliation is excruciating. The world itself is crooked like the Pass. Then, I upended being, feigning virility- emptiness.

If the gods had resurfaced, destinies would have ceased to cast efforts by human deeds: our eternal melancholy.

Travellers, tell me not to be ensconced in this mournful hands- cauldron of ........ earthly revelry.

Charon, must a faint spirit pay a Silver Coin to ford the gods' path that ........ stretches beyond?

Written by Leo Batross