In Hades flows the chthonic Styx, a river
of pain and woe—a current of despair,
a spiritual demise that we all share
which shell-shocks our souls and makes us shiver.
Beware! It's like cirrhosis of the liver
that kills with great relish; it does not care,
and torments us beyond what we can bear.
Entombed like lifeless shells, we now quiver
with the drowned ringing of the wet death-knell
(where Heaven's over-run and God seems dead),—
as if we’re just a drink away from hell.
Here, where daunted souls dare not swim or tread,
we are like phantoms: like ghosts in a shell;
yet, we fear not hell. But Despair we dread!
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2016