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Over the Styx

Poetry By: Addictedtobooks
Poetry



over the styx


Submitted:May 11, 2012    Reads: 56    Comments: 27    Likes: 10   


There is land where there's no redemption

Where the spirits wail their tortured guilt

And speak of days when blood was spilt

Upon the ground of sacrilege,

Changeling faeries dance 'til still

To seal a very dangerous deal,

They release their faithless magic

One by one they fall to Nyx

And cross back over the river Styx,

Once their time on earth is done

She steals back their cloying fun,

In the land of no redemption

Where the spirits wail their tortured guilt

And speak days when blood was spilt

Upon the ground of sacrilege,

Human souls chant their prayers

Hoping someone in the light still cares,

As the faeries fall in line

Bound by knowledge of the years,

Every fool craves redemption

But the fates have cut the thread

Where no mortal dares to tread

And in those centuries long ago

The rulers known as Erebus and Nyx

Forced the light just across the river Styx

And in this place of no redemption

I am, as usual, no exception.





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