The sun once rose to height over the seas, and ever since has it set for me. A life to play victims of passerbys, a man in confussion of his whim's love thereby. So many go and have all taken a piece of me, one by one until little is left eventually. I lay claim to a hardened soul, that gets profoundly dark the deeper I go. This mind shall forever rot in a putrid cell, a fate i will forever know all too well. I've lived in rhyme and verse, for I alone bear "The Ferryman's Curse." I see many board and many depart, but only one has this heart.
