The Oracle of Acheron

 

(A lone voice whispers.)

He who fights with the most holy of ways

Will never return

Until they have learned

As new trees are made

By lay played

In so many wet insidious ways

By those hidden in the chasms

In the faraway stars

For people should be careful 

For without faith

In any form 

The nearby Darkness can open a gateway to sin

And if that abyss is opened

Revealing 

Desolations

Fatal sandstorms

It gets so much harder 

To let hope in

So O ye

O ye 

I summon by the Purple Flame

Virtue 

By the Divine Will of God

To guide you

Amen

Through Acheron

So you can 

Once more

Run

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Souls on the Banks of the Acheron

A symbolist oil on canvas painting and created by, Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl, in 1898.