Ripples in the Underworld

In the Elysian Fields a shadow weeps

Unmoved by gods and glory

Called a hero in his time

The price of fame he reaped

To repay his joyless life

Elysium was opened

Since he stands there silently

As if he kept the dime

A shade in a world of light

Staring into Lethe

Its gentle course and tranquil flow

Fill his empty eyes

Elysium, a home for men

Never to forget

Who by heroic deeds

Impacted life's events

Ripples on the stream

Of oblivion unfurl

The shade that had lingered there

Was nowhere to be seen

Eventually the ripples fade

An echo caused and done

Still light in the Elysian Fields

Lethe's flow unchanged