The Elysian Fields
Awakened on a river bank in a place I've never been
A small boat is docked nearby with a faceless ferrier
Waiting for me, he reaches out
Golden coins to offer him, held within my hand.
I take my seat inside his barge, and cross a river of despair
There's a path along the other shore, though my destination is still unclear
In hills and valleys two paths diverge:
Below, dogs are barking in the distance;
Three great barks, the same but different.
That path is not for you, the wind seems to whisper
So, on I travel- the barks fading to nothing
Gates of bronze rise up above me
Fields and flowers, warm summer breeze
My resting place; my eternity