Orpheus

December 20, 2007
By Katie Christopher, Cottage Grove, WI

There are still birds, gravely silent- their echoes fill our ears.




We enter Hades’ room- like sheep and
judgment is passed-
divided down the middle-
good to Elysian Fields- damned begin eternal judgment.






Life is only part of the picture.
There is more to our existence;
Death calls us and we come like dogs to our master-




only the gods escape the eternal fate.

Music plays softly- everything stops.






Notes soar- Underworld stills.
“Why have you visited the dead?” is echoed throughout the land.



“My wife. I love her.”

The conditions are set;








he must not look back until they are home.
The music must not stop-

An hour later the shade returns.







Hades is triumphant.








Death cannot be cheated.


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jmc said...
on Aug. 13 2008 at 12:28 pm
Very good - this quickly draws me in to the scene. It speaks a lot in a few words.


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