Ishaisms, Poetry

The Boatman and the Murderers

Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters lash outside, as the killers face each other. Blood has had blood, through urges inferior, dark and evil - claiming many sinners. "In this story, there is no winner", says the Boatman, trembling in tears, "We are, both of us, liars and deceivers, so let me go now,… Continue reading The Boatman and the Murderers