Styx

a stygian romance,

dark as the currents

that sweep us away

from the doors of life.

it wasn't allowed,

the river goddess

and a mortal.

it was forbidden.

but love has

no boundaries,

like a river pouring

into the ocean.

on his deathbed,

she payed for

his hospice care.

as the river between

life and death

she had her share of

currency dumped

into her shores

out of desperation,

hoping to buy a spot

in elysium.

that was enough to

fund his dying days

and keep him

floating on the

river of bliss.

"my love,"

styx said,

her eyes shining

like dark pools.

"i'll see you

at the end

of the river."