Obol: A Price To Pay

She often avoided sitting alone with her thoughts,

They say an idle mind is a devil’s workshop.

And perhaps he was her devil in disguise

She felt him slipping into the Tartarus of her mind.

Stumbling through the shadows of her whispering convictions,

He quested for the forgotten dungeon of trust

Yet he was unaware of the abyss of self-destruction below

Spiraling into the chasm, he plunged into the cold River Acheron.

The biting air of loneliness clung to his skin

The familiar eyes of Charon pierced through his soul

He watched as the people she loved ferried across,

In hopes they could rest in her Asphodel fields.

Promises were sworn by the River Styx,

Now their broken vows haunt her every passing day

Tragic, he left with an obol in his palm

He could have unlocked every dungeon.

Words used in reference to Greek mythology:

Tartarus: It is the deep abyss that is used as a dungeon of torment and suffering for the wicked.

River Acheron: The river of Woe/Pain

Charon: The ferryman of the Greek underworld. He carries the souls of those who have been
given funeral rites across the rivers Acheron.

Asphodel Fields: The souls of people who lived mediocre lives remain.

River Styx: Zeus the king of gods decreed that solemn oaths of the gods he sworn by the water of Styx.

Obol: It is the fee paid to Charon, the ferryman of the underworld, who transported the shades of the dead across the river Acheron.