Collecting the Tolls

Charon on the River Styx from Meta AI

Fault lines split; you take the hit,

A liar pretending all is fine.

Dark thoughts twist in a guilty mind.

Gather shells and cast your spells--

Take all the false solace you can find;

Blame the moon if you're so inclined.

Either way, with pointed swords or sighs,

Tolls will be collected on this ride.

~*~

Written for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 760, using tolls spell inclined mind find pretending sigh hit guilty fine fault liar (or slight derivations thereof). I don't know what inspired this poem... perhaps my recent and disturbing read of Incantation by Alice Hoffman.