Across the River Styx

Across the River Styx

Misty mornings, coming to,

subconscious world on a ridge,

forest dead where once it grew,

above a rickety bridge.

The road ahead, where life must go,

through mists of truthful meaning,

a meeting place of life and death,

where the bridge of Styx is leaning.

Treading narrow paths of vision,

over raging rivers of before,

one missed step could spell your end,

and plunge you through the door.

To a meeting place where essence churns,

and truth may be revealed,

into the waters where memories burn,

and the ego is unconcealed.

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