The head, bowed
The ******* silence
Those fingers clenched
To stave off violence
 
The face obscured
By cloak and hood
The hunger pangs
The lack of food
 
The knowing gaze
That pierces through
To very soul
The target true
 
The sound erupts
With sudden horror
The echoes bounce
Off walls and floor
 
And as you cross
To yonder shore
Wending your way
With scythe as oar

The mist grows thick
The view is strange
Your focus narrows
Your thoughts derange

And now you know,
With ransom pawned,
Your debts erased,
What lies beyond.