Over the fiver a ferryman drives,
through the swirling currents he guides,
into the endless world below,
to meet the panel of judges so wise,
your heart's been judged, so on you glide.
God of the underworld,
on his dark throne,
this dreary world?
All his own.
Pluto, Hades, king of this land,
Fair lady, Her highness, Persephone
Seated at his right hand.
This kingdom--a world--
for those deceased
Heaven and Hell?
Not in the least.
Over the Styx the ferryman rides,
paid by the coin of those he guides,
into Hade's land below,
immortality only
would stem the flow.
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The Ferryman
PoetryA little thought inspired by my love for Greek mythology. There's a little bit of Roman if you like, but not much. Enjoy, and happy reading!
