Hell’s joy

Standing on the great shores
Looking at the waves breaking, foaming,
Lost in thoughts, crying
Awaiting the boatman’s call,
Lo and behold, the reaper smiled at me.
Caressing the blade, beckoning
As telling my story, my doomed fate.

Still, deaf, I wander alone
Through the burning pyres
The fires scorching, but laughing, rejoicing
For I’ve been there already, I whisper loudly
God, is this all, can’t you do no more?
Can’t you or won’t you
In death as in life
Punished forever.