Fire and fur feeds the featureless frown
Casting caution to curs cursing the crown
Silencing shrews, stilling the stares
Fire and fur, the ferryman's fares
Minted metals are minced in his mediocre mouth
The smile of surety as we set toward the south
The gaunt grim, against the great God's glares
Fire and fur is how the ferryman fares
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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