Bringing Your Mother to the Underworld

I sat down by the river Styx.

I did not realized that I had missed

The way my life had been before

I found a job upon this shore.

I take her coins, his tears, her soul,

I listen as they bargain and search a for loop hole.

I was numb to the pain in my heart

Until she climbed upon my boat and with a start

From a small part of me that had been gone

An aching beat had been drawn.

She had handed me her silver dime

And with a look as old as time

Tried to place where she had known me

But through my thick mask she could not see

Her lonely son whom she had let become

A darkened monster that those run from.

She sat silently in my boat

And as my words caught in my throat

We reached the Underworld and she moved on

Without a goodbye to her son Charon. 

I sit down by this river Styx

and crave the life that I had missed.