The Raven And The River Styx

This new addition to The Raven’s Tales takes a rather sombre and dark narrative. The River Styx in Greek Mythology represents the Rivers that lead to the Underworld. It represented a place absent of all hope, and therein is how I feel at times during my ongoing battle with depression.

Therefore in this edition of The Raven’s Tales, The River Styx represents the evergrowing sea of depressive and suicidal thoughts that often pass within my mind, the moments of lost hope and despair. The souls represent repressed memories that haunt me to this very day, and their search for absolution is my search to find peace from these haunting memories.

The boatman represents my inability to be able to weather the storm of these thoughts and memories, and my inability to make peace with my past. The Wilted Rose represents what it always has, my dear, unborn Angel, and how yet I still mourn a loss that now haunts me.  The fallen Titan represents the sinking of the Titanic and all those souls who sadly lost their lives when the ship sadly sunk in its maiden voyage.

Until next time,
The Raven.

The Raven And The River Styx

The dark descent towards the River Styx,
Ascends harrowing thoughts into the mix,
Voices echo seeking absolution from the boatman,
Yet he remains silent throughout his eternal lifespan,
The Raven lands upon the roots of the tree of the damned,
Eyeing those making their final, impassioned stand,
The boatman awaits for those lonesome, long suffering souls,
For he is the one for whom the bell tolls…

The Raven’s Call echoes loudly across the great marsh,
And at once the boatman’s stance becomes quite harsh,
The souls turn towards where The Raven once flew,
As from the font of despair, hope springs anew,
The River Styx’s waters, murky, tempestuous and dark,
Ignites within the soul, a baneful, depressive spark,
For this is the reason for The Raven’s visit today,
To drown within and wash the suicidal thoughts away…

The Raven emerges from the waters as once before,
Depression is within him forever more,
Glancing around as he flies for the Wilted Rose,
Yet all he finds is the echoes of mournful prose,
Sighing deeply, he returns to wherein he came,
To wherein the spark of living is a roaring flame,
Flying above the ocean wherein a Titan fell,
Whose waters to over a thousand, became an eternal cell,
Back to rest upon a branch of the tree of the damned,
In the midst of wherein The Flock does stand,
The Raven remembers the Wilted Rose,
Closes his eyes while muttering his mournful prose,
Harking back to the days of yore,
Quoth The Raven, Nevermore…

Written by The Raven –  09/08/2016 ©

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