In River Styx, life stories slow at last,
Pregnant with the words of all those passed.
But voices from the water linger still;
Breath of gentle murmurings without will.
On bridge there stands a maiden all too fair,
Reposed in form though heart beats such a dare;
To heed the whispers floating to her ears,
So plunge to depth, negate the wasted years.
To ponder life below the surface seen
And drift in currents never more to preen
For suitors; such a futile, thankless task
When one departed never more may ask
To share her life- if only once again
To recreate the timing – then no pain.
Give ear to river calling out one name,
Rejoin lost love, extinguish all past shame.
In dulcet tones, from once upon a dance,
One soulful voice requests one more and final chance;
To purge the crime, the ending of it all.
“Reunite , fair maiden, hear my call.”