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.