Madness

We traveled up the dark river Styx Past vine choked jungle shrouded in mists. The candle flames wouldn’t burn their wicks. All ‘round we heard when the serpents hissed. Ahead the bleak city of the dead Where the monkey gods howled their dark tunes And on its cracked walls could still be read The markings of their magical runes. Oblivion had taken the place And carried them wailing to the void. Chaos was something they couldn’t face, Though ’twas the very thing they employed. Their glory had been all too fleeting. Madness and decay had seized the day. They forgot Who that they were cheating And in the end they were forced to pay.