lesser god\\\'s


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

  • Author: willyweed (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 18th, 2018 21:22
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 24
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  • orchidee

    What you doing in the bog's fog? Can't see a thing there?! heehee

    • willyweed

      Thank You O some things are seen beyond the eyes, thanks for the read old chum.. ww

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