Drifter

We layed him gently on the boat
The sword he lived by, now clasped in his rigor mortis grasp
Silver kissing his corpse calm eyes
Pay the ferryman, and pray he is merciful for your crossing

Pale, cold, emotionless, motionless.
He is as still as the waters he glides across
Our farewell kisses fall upon marble flesh

We watch him sail off to a happier eternity
Then the hateful set him on fire
The high cliffs, deaths causeway
We watch him burn to ashes
On his way to heaven through hell.