The Marksman
Dwelling in the depth of Hades
0ur paths crossed where the five rivers meet.
You bathed in Kokythos -
drowning in solemn lamentation.
I watched you from a distance-
treading in the deep of the Styx.
A sentry for retribution and sweet revenge-
I uttered an ardent vow.
Unsuspectingly, you departed.
I remained.
The curse of a decade shattered-
released by a siren of youth.
Whetted by an absentminded arrow-
never to sip from the currents of the Lethe.
When we reconvene
on the bank of the river lulling Hypnos' cave
bidden by closure and warm with final breath
we shall drink the water of oblivion.
Two old souls-
Sent to try again.
© 2012 Erica Gourley