65. Fields’ End
Fields’ End
To my child’s eyes, Asphodel
looked infinite, the fields
leading into an endless horizon.
But Styx, Hades and I
were immortals and we walked
the way Gods walked, never tiring,
quick in step and able to cover
more distance than mortal bodies
could ever walk or run.
To my surprise, the fields did end
and the ground returned to cool
polished dark stones making a path
that led to a bridge in the distance.
Before I could think more
on the fog that surrounded it,
or the strange light that rose
from beneath the bridge,
I heard a cold, awful wailing.
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