Tartarian Trips

Across the Styx, the Boatman conveys me,
Though aspects will be missed, I gladly leave this world behind.
My pennies are paid, so along these shores I shall not wander,
Despairingly I behold all whose eyes remain ungilded,
That upon these banks a century they will stroll,
Wailing in solitude for each other they fail to perceive,
Masks without expression cover faces indistinct.
Farewell Acheron, from thy waters I disdain to drink,
Lest I immerse myself in pity and alight unto woe,
Thus becoming forage for shoals of fiendish fish.
Loving Lethe obliterate this loathsome journey,
A feast awaits, in the chair of honour I shall sit.
Soon the river will be traversed,
And distant from my mind.
Alas I have no lips to converse,
That I may temper this silent stream.

Charon’s Craft violently digressed unto Sheol,
Well should I have expected this deviation,
For a friend I betrayed, so retribution guides me home.
The River of tears then suffered brutal permutations,
Sulphuric steams flayed delicate nasal cavities,
And infernal vapour solicited skin to drip away,
Scarcely I remain, little more than bones and teeth.
Though for myself, no pity do I possess,
Hail Nemesis the Just, long over due are thee!
At last the seeds of vengeance can be sown,
Anon the fruits of forgiveness shall be enjoyed.
Inclement jaws of Hades, beyond thy fangs,
The stomach of Perdition fainly I furnish.
No manner beside do I wish to reside,
Digest me there in perpetual torment.

Upon the putrid marsh I find myself discharged,
In furtive silence my guide has since departed,
Beyond horizons diverse he pilots his vessel.
Wretched and abject, alone I must stand,
Not for long do I detest my own company,
For manifolds of cadaverous claws grasp at naked ankles,
Conduction being their solemn mandate.
Wandering hence, I regard the sufferers of Sin,
The eternally parched watch their water turn to sand,
And boulders are pushed, yet summits never reached.
Oh that these reprisals were mine to endure,
Beshrew my fate, it surpasses theirs.
Crossing fiery thresholds, the circles I enumerate,
There in the house of Brutus shall I abide,
Insufficiently, Tartarus contains my reproach.

(Copyright (©) 2008. All rights reserved)

Tartarian Trips

Max Gatrell

London, United Kingdom

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