The Acheron screams
it's cold embrace lashes into a storm
biting at the ankles of the queen
and how the queen wished she would drown
Fog rises from the depths of Lethe
curling into the air, weaving itself into fate
the ever turning earth, keeps on spinning
and the cruel mask faces skyward still
The Phlegethon rages against rocky cliffs
it's shallows grapple the jagged stone
the fires burn all those who dared
would you still burn if you had the chance?
And at last....the Styx
the Polydegmon beckons and it sinks
embracing the darkness within
the narcissus tremble
and the queen keeps walking
and how she wished she could drown
A/n: For you <3
