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Return of the Tired Man to His Welcoming Grave
As limb separates from body, the man
called Orpheus smiles. Blood drips on sand
and precious lyre stains--crimson drops of
Life--gladly forgotten--left behind as
his love once was in the too-bright depths of
Hades. Now tears are shed but not for dread.
Stagnant waters shift, and a soul drifts down.
There, Eurydice waits, ready to hear
the plucking of his berry-stained heartstrings.