125. The Drawbridge
The Drawbridge
did not look sturdy.
In fact it did not look safe at all.
But if Styx’s story was correct,
I knew I must follow it.
All the way to the cypress tree.
I could not turn back now.
So I took a deep breath
as the rush of Lethe deafened me,
and started to walk pace after pace
on the damp oak planks,
trying not to look down
at the gush of oblivion below.
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