DisAng

The dead leaves of last fall silently whispered in my ear; "Come with us, come away to the world beyond ours. No other can feel the beauty of a ghostly atmosphere no other can hear the beauty of a quiet, liveless realm No other can see the beauty of a circle of dead trees no other can realize the beauty of the world beyond ours."

The dog of hell, Kerberos guarding with three heads the entrance is closed unless you make it past the guard of fiery hell Kharon is waiting by the ferry taking you over the river fee is one obol, you must pay funeral opens the passage Five rivers, deadly streams; Styx is the way for dead, the dark and sad Acheron, Phlegeton, the river of fire, Kokytos is for complaint, the merciful Lethe of forgetfulness Beyond the frightnening Styx lays the melancholic meadow bearing the the white lilys of the name Asphodelus There the masses of shadows swaying in the eternal mist that no sun can ever clear shadow life for the damned