Left of the Styx

Left of the Styx

A Poem by Wayward Soul

The piano drowns out the sounds of decay
The place where they come to toss life away 
'Tis here that they come to live in grandeur,
And leave their cloaks on the rack by the door  
The cabaret to the left of the River Styx,
Were the booze is free flowing, 
And the women are fine,
The club were everyone lives there own lie
The place were they, and their dreams come to die.

© 2017 Wayward Soul

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Added on September 19, 2017
Last Updated on September 19, 2017


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