The Hanged Man

The Hanged Man held to watered earth,
like Odin on the Tree,
 and gazed upon the sacred fish,
which Soul carved carefully.
The boat which sails across the Styx,
was waiting there for him,
as broken dregs and dross of life,
received him graciously.
Within the swirl and turn of time,
he fell through ropes of grief,
and found himself the gift of sight;
the message once received.