I laid beyond the river,
Life rung out like a dirty rag.
A coffin is a comfortable sleeping bag
But nothing can stop a spirit
With revenge to deliver.
I laid beyond the river,
Writhing as a headless serpent.
The dirt is but a blanket
In the blind eyes of a corpse,
Yet it eases my deathly shiver.
I laid beyond Styx,
Just another soul to collect.
And as they said it would,
The water ebbed and flowed
With the Reaper’s fix.
A/N: I had a good time listening to these songs. They're off the album "Apocryphal Gravity" by Hubris. Good stuff. When I saw the title "Beyond Styx" I knew I had to do something with it. I'm glad I did, too. I think this is one of my favorite poems I've written.
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