Cursed

No small task

these worshippers of Venus laying track across that blackest of seas Leading Corrina

with footprints of soot toward

death everlasting

Usurping that ferryman's task and distracting Cerberus with simple bribes of poetry and poor judgement six eyes turned blind

to a willful passage into that sweet damnation

Struck deaf as well

by those raucous cries

denoting ecstasy floating

among the undead

offering needle and thread

to the swift pawed offender, using a right hand to stitch closed the oozing egress of a dancing soul while licking dewy crimson droplets from claws

on that

sinister left