She reached out her hand

He took it in his

She stepped aboard

And paid the price

To cross the river Styx

Charon spoke not

But plied his oar

Thrice times thrice

They went around

Upon the river Styx

The sullen beach

Of blackened sand

Soft beneath her feet

Led her onwards

Beyond the river Styx

She called a name

In twilight gloom

A host then did reply

Go back you fool

Across the river Styx

She tarried long

A wait in vain

Her love had heard her not

Return she must

To the river Styx

As she neared

The boat was gone

Charon’s work was done

One trip she’d paid

To sail the river Styx

Alone she cried

And fell asleep

And ne’er woke again

Lost in emptiness

For all of time

Beside the river Styx.

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