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Styx's Ripples
Deep underground
Where the bodies are buried
Fall asleep to the sound
Rhythmic, rowing the ferry
Souls being carried
From where they were found
Frightened and wary
Quick glances around
What’s next may be scary
Their ghosts may be drowned
Stay composed, but just barely
Try not to look down
Anxiety heightens, tensions tightly wound
Where angels tread nary
Fears spoken aloud
Matters not if you’re very
Obscure or renowned
Ferryman ignores queries
To fate we are bound
Published 21st Oct 2023
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