The River Styx Poem by Allison Unknown

The River Styx

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Forming a crossroad
Between the living
And the dead

Down this river
To the world of evil
Darkness appears
Ravens flying near

The reaper comes fourth
And take souls from the north
Putting them in pain
Making them go insane

Feasting upon there souls
Making there hearts, turn to coal
This is where the dead roam
And call there place home

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