He is old, older than time
He’s tall, so we’re told
And thin
Not an ounce of flesh on him
But don’t give him those coins
He needs no payment
He does it for free
It’s his sole life-calling
Those coins aren’t for payment but to make you blind
The sooner to forget the life left behind
crispina kemp 
Now I have the Chris DeBurgh song in my head!
Nicely done, Madame!
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Yea, in my mind too. Though also I was reading ‘Psyche & Eros’ by Luna McNamara which might have influenced me (btw, good read)
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Haha! Love it. And interesting…
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Well done Crispina! The Ferryman always creeps me out!
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But we shouldn’t fear the ferryman… it’s the bits that come before that’s the scary part
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An eerie story
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I seem to be developing a taste for the macabre
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Preparing for Halloween 👻
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Plenty of time to perfect it!
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Cool. 😎
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🙂
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I love this, it’s deliciously dark.
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Thank you, Andrea. I am trending that way. Must be my age?
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