Odyssey

Kharon take my copper coins,
poor and happy have I passed,
I gave my life to love and peace,
Then prayed that they would last.

A pauper and peasant,
set free now from his bond,
ferry me over the still black Styx,
onto the dismal shore beyond.

Let my judgement be swift and fair,
I beg no pardon from above,
In Asphodel meadows or Elysium,
May I be united with my love.

Aphrodite surely heard my prayers,
Though Hera could not bare to see,
Perhaps Hades will be lenient,
Were I to beg Persephone.

Hence the purpose of my life,
Would not fade by deaths defeat,
How little meaning had my time,
Were it not for love complete.