The Rhyme of the Underworld Rivers
Five Rivers wind along the underworld
Each strange and accursed
Be wary of the rivers of the dead
First is Styx in all her gravity
From below to above, her waters fall
Break her oath and face calamity
Her hatred and her wrath enthrall
Second is Lethe, though she would forget
She washes it all away, gives only thirst in exchange
Sip from her and you’d never regret
But from yourself, you’d be estranged
Third is Cocytus, wailing and whimp’ring
In him, you could be easily lost,
In sorrows and such. You’d be a pitiful thing.
Your fate would be to whine and accost
Fourth is Pyriphlegethon, who’s always burning
His fires alone flow to Tartarus
Such a gruesome sight, a strange way of learning,
For a purgatory, isn't it somewhat barbarous?
Fifth and final, Acheron, the border and barrier
He is so woeful but steady and true
Painful is death, and he is the carrier,
In his waters, in his chest, and across so you may receive your due.
Thusly, child, know the five Rivers grand
And once you come to the underworld, have a coin at hand