Acheron

River flowing in my head
filling me with sorrow, her
black tears of sark despair
making up its misty waters.
Sad river through my mind,
silence on its gloomy banks.
So tempting to surrender;
yet I defy it, standing firm
though waves engulf my feet.
Acheron may wax and wane
but in the end I shall prevail.

Fool of a Took