99. The Fields of Asphodel
The Fields of Asphodel
had become my favourite place to visit.
I knew that the mist felt dull to some,
but to me, it was mysterious.
I knew that the lavender in the fields
only added to the grey of the mist,
but flowers signalled a form of life.
Perhaps I was simply fascinated
by the waiting people
who walked into this place.
They would awaken confused here.
Sometimes they would stop to ask me
where they were, and tell me their story.
Like the woman who was once queen
until her husband and his lover poisoned her,
but she had died leaving a curse over them.
Or the man who escaped wolves
by singing them to slumber
only to step on a sleeping adder.
Death truly was a great equalizer.
For where else could you find a king
and a fisherman playing cards together?
Asphodel taught me that the Gods
may be eternal but mortals
have the very best of stories.