Through Obsidian Gates

Through Obsidian Gates

A Poem by Allyson Wolfe

I walk sullenly through the gates of obsidian,

hardly welcoming yet at this point comforting.

Emotions disappating as surely as my life once did.

To the river Lethe I walk,

forgetting my troubles as I reach dancing willows,

branches swaying, leaves rustling, so enchanting.

My life before this meant so little.


On Charon's ferry I cross the silken waters,

souls reaching out to grasp what they can, ever failing.

Staring blankly ahead, Charon rows and rows.

Have we no choice in destination?

Apprehensive we wait, water silky.

Liquid obsidian in every way.


For all those I may leave behind,

don't fret or worry, or feel sadness.

I've forgotten you already.  Won't you too?

The silken waters of obsidian though.

That's something to remember.

Waves crashing, like millions of jewels.

Oh the beaty!

More perfect than the sea.

All because of those gates of obsidian.

© 2012 Allyson Wolfe

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register

Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Added on October 5, 2012
Last Updated on October 5, 2012


Allyson Wolfe
Allyson Wolfe

I am an 18 year old English major in University and love life's greatest experiences! I try to connect my writing with personal issues/experiences but often find myself straying away from my first i.. more..