The bog's fog rises in a hazy mist
On the black waters of the ancient Styx
Surrounding Hades in the land of the dead
Where lesser god's bow their heads
Where demons roam and mortals dread
To the ferry dock I was lead
Somewhere out there in the dark
The hounds of hell did howl and bark
The boat man there was quite surprised
For I had no pennies for my eyes
To cross the black waters of the river Styx
You must look past the darkness and into the mist
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Author:
willyweed (
Offline) - Published: May 18th, 2018 21:22
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
What you doing in the bog's fog? Can't see a thing there?! heehee
Thank You O some things are seen beyond the eyes, thanks for the read old chum.. ww
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