By the River Styx

I sat down by the River Styx,

which was more like the River Sticks,

so full of brush and bramble,

I could just barely amble

to the edge to meet my fate,

in the form of a godly mate.

Alas, my mate was not so godly

- but he was a hottie -

for he bade me undress right there,

stripping down 'til I was bare,

to make love by the riverside,

the river by which he'd died.

Our bodies spent, we separated,

so I could return to a life I hated,

a life that was minus my love,

since he'd passed on the wings of a dove.

No! My love would not be denied,

so into the River Styx, I dived.

Now back as one are my love and I,

never again to say goodbye.