Hades

The Greek underworld.

Gone I am.

After all these years

Spent on the earth,

I walk among the dead.

Coin under tongue,

I pay for passage

To cross the Acheron

Into the underworld.

I then enter the gates.

Fate at the hands of three,

I wait for their call

To where I’ll stay forever.

Thus I ponder,

Unknowing where to go.

All depends on my deeds.

What do the gods think of me?

Have I gained their favor?

Have I gained their disdain?

Have I naught but their indifference,

And be forgotten like most?

Will I be brought to Tartarus,

And spend my days in torture?

Surrounded by wrongdoing souls

In everlasting anguish?

Will I be brought to the Asphodel Meadows,

Where I’ll drink from the river Lethe,

And forget of my past,

Both what I love and hate?

Will I be brought to Elysium,

A place worthy of the righteous?

All peace and eternal bliss

No hardship to deal with.

I still wait for their decision

To pick out my destination.

Thoughts run through the mind

Of what I’ve done throughout my life.