• Dry winds carry
    Eurydice’s cries for
    Orpheus’s sweet music

    His frozen heart
    Journeys so south
    To the underworld

    He walks through
    Hades’ blizzard which
    Guards gates to the fiery pits

    The lyre’s music
    Melts icebergs that block
    Charon’s way to Tartarus

    Passing Hades
    Who cries
    In dry valleys

    Hermes stop following
    Apollo’s cattle like the
    Sun circles the horizon

    The Furies tears
    Burn belongings
    Of departed souls

    Close to life
    Eurydice fades
    To the grey fields of Asphode