The Gates Below
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Beyond this realm to Cerberus below
the buried to the entrance gate are led;
unto Acheron - great river of woe -
to ferry across the souls of the dead.
Upon your lips, your eyes, a coin receive -
a fare lest you be trapped between two worlds;
allowed to enter but never to leave
where the waters of oblivion purls,
where Furies follow and Hounds guard the gate
and souls are judged in Hades's deathless reign;
to wander the Styx and Lethe in wait
till rulers of gods and men part us twain.
The pit of Tartarus where the soul yields
or sweet blissful isles of Elysian Fields.
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014