River Styx Poem by Eric Paeplow

Having been drug through this long and useless life,
They're leaving at last, this world that wouldn't let them be
Please don't cry for them, please don't shed a tear,
They're on the path that leads from here to eternity

The fog you see, nothing more than broken dreams
Its weight now lifted from passing souls, like silent screams
Hanging low, over this passage to the great beyond
Obscuring the horizon, no cries for help, no voice to respond

No longer afraid of what next may lie,
As their words reach you in your dreams,
Understand, there is nothing to fear, they'll be fine
As they cross over, breaking at last, their earthly bonds

River of transition to souls in passage, no longer restrained
From one world to the next, their essence now reclaimed
Past the fog of broken dreams, now, forever free from conflict
To reach at last the afterworld, over the waters of the river Styx