Bon Voyage

I sat down by the River Styx,

To watch in trepidation,

Doomed passengers, embarked upon

Their very last vacation.

I sharpened my old crucifix

And held it like a sword.

I pumped it high above my head,

To honor those on board.

Their twisted, tortured grimaces,

I never shall forget it.

Their begging, pleading promises,

Too late to gain forgiveness.

I ate my bread and drank my wine,

And prayed for their redemption.

But I knew it was waste of time

And all my best intentions.

As the boat began to dissappear

Around the crooked bend,

I bowed my head in sorrow,

As I knew where it would end.

For in all my years of bon voyage,

I'd yet to see relinquished,

A single one-way voyager,

No matter how distinguished.