Sonnet 3

Slowly they all keep flowing down the river.

Their appearance be nothing more than a ghost.

For eternity being watched by their host.

Making all the rest of the mortals shiver.

By the name, by his title, they all quiver.

The ferryman brings them all to coast.

Are they possibly wondering who misses them the most.

Now there is no escape from their caregiver.

A few lucky mortals though.

Are brought to the everlasting Fields.

Perhaps their linage protected by shields.

Those few ones be embraced by the glow.

The time is ticking, calling on all.

Soon it will also be our time to fall.

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