Eligaic couplets are the focus of The Corner today as a mysterious fog rises up to fill the air bringing mythology to the fore with the Ferryman carrying souls of the newly deceased across the rivers Styx and Acheron, their fate sealed in eternal death … and mortal metaphors.
The Revenant Dream
The dead dance like dark demons with fervour at the crumbling gates
With beguiling disinterest as the fog masks their traits
The darkness beyond beckoning, alluring, enchantingly does not abate
As the Lethean hordes gather and wait
And the crowds swell like the breaching waves of the Styx circling the shore
Drinking, surging forward, their abysmal fate, to be no more
And as Charon draws near like an old master motioning for his fare
They pay their danace casting off their lives eternally bare
Beguiled to shores of woe like moths drawn to the flame are the dead begotten
With fetid stench and flesh a rotting
They join in the forgotten repent of the evermore despondent.