The Acheron thread

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) Part One-Revised

Darkly, the tumid rushing waters flow
where any man most wisely fears to go.
Liquid blackness singing in epic pain
torture, misery and cries of the insane!
Echoes of Eperius in the far West,
shadow realm where evil shall never rest.

Black ship of Kharon does eternally sail
into the sunless land of a dark hell.
Land of those lost , family and dear friend
exists for all wicked women and men!
Black abyss where Apollo never walks,
lost souls ripped apart by demonic hawks.

Forever filled and by rowboat conveyed
miserable, crying souls are relayed.
Crossing the tarn of Acheron then,
cursing future torments for all lost men.
Seething waters that ever separate,
those so damned, lost to future tortured Fate.

Father of evil waters from which sprang,
the river Styx of which man's curses rang.
Flowing stream holding back evil so foul,
where agonizing spirits scream and howl.
Acheron, seething lake of scorching heat
where demons slash into the souls they eat!

Delivered shadows fall onto prayers cast,
vanity briefly soothed, but never lasts.
Prayers sinking quickly like river cast stones,
dreams forming into ghastly skin and bones!
Waters that wrap around Haides evil realm
with Daimon, evil dark Lord at the helm.

Gushing forth from solid bowels of rock,
rushing blackened waters rising to shock.
Upon its moving mass of wretched stink
poison so lethal no mortal man may drink.
Kharon, the ferryman stands at the oars
delivering the lost upon those dark shores.

Far below the Mariandyni coast,
Acheron ferries victims to its host.
Loaded within spirits of cries and moans
Kharon laughs at all the misery groans!
Set upon southern shore of the black sea
in sun's light never again will they be.

Many dark tales of Acheron's fame,
fallen victims weeping in sin and shame.
Moans rising as dark waters deliver,
the wretched lost to painfully quiver.
In this dark abhorrent , torturing Hell
lost souls living in lustful sin had fell.

Robert J. Lindley, (revised) - 04-10-2015

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Total # Syllables: 480
Total # Lines: 48
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 321
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Note: This is part one. The journey into HAIDES
by way of crossing the Styx. The river Styx is
actually an off shoot of Acheron that splits into
the Styx and the Cocytus.

Part two now has two lines written. It will be titled ,
Haides and Tormented Souls (the Dwelling)..
I have no preset limit to the second part, may be
longer or shorter. I suspect it will be even longer.
I hope the readers enjoy this write. I wanted to do
something dark and move away from all my love, romance
and Nature writes. A bit of variety to stir my
imagination...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) Part One-Revised

Darkly, the tumid rushing waters flow
where any man most wisely fears to go.
Liquid blackness singing in epic pain
torture, misery and cries of the insane!
Echoes of Eperius in the far West,
shadow realm where evil shall never rest.

Black ship of Kharon does eternally sail
into the sunless land of a dark hell.
Land of those lost , family and dear friend
exists for all wicked women and men!
Black abyss where Apollo never walks,
lost souls ripped apart by demonic hawks.

Forever filled and by rowboat conveyed
miserable, crying souls are relayed.
Crossing the tarn of Acheron then,
cursing future torments for all lost men.
Seething waters that ever separate,
those so damned, lost to future tortured Fate.

Father of evil waters from which sprang,
the river Styx of which man's curses rang.
Flowing stream holding back evil so foul,
where agonizing spirits scream and howl.
Acheron, seething lake of scorching heat
where demons slash into the souls they eat!

Delivered shadows fall onto prayers cast,
vanity briefly soothed, but never lasts.
Prayers sinking quickly like river cast stones,
dreams forming into ghastly skin and bones!
Waters that wrap around Haides evil realm
with Daimon, evil dark Lord at the helm.

Gushing forth from solid bowels of rock,
rushing blackened waters rising to shock.
Upon its moving mass of wretched stink
poison so lethal no mortal man may drink.
Kharon, the ferryman stands at the oars
delivering the lost upon those dark shores.

Far below the Mariandyni coast,
Acheron ferries victims to its host.
Loaded within spirits of cries and moans
Kharon laughs at all the misery groans!
Set upon southern shore of the black sea
in sun's light never again will they be.

Many dark tales of Acheron's fame,
fallen victims weeping in sin and shame.
Moans rising as dark waters deliver,
the wretched lost to painfully quiver.
In this dark abhorrent , torturing Hell
lost souls living in lustful sin had fell.

Robert J. Lindley, (revised) - 04-10-2015

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 480
Total # Lines: 48
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 321
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Note: This is part one. The journey into HAIDES
by way of crossing the Styx. The river Styx is
actually an off shoot of Acheron that splits into
the Styx and the Cocytus.

Part two now has two lines written. It will be titled ,
Haides and Tormented Souls (the Dwelling)..
I have no preset limit to the second part, may be
longer or shorter. I suspect it will be even longer.
I hope the readers enjoy this write. I wanted to do
something dark and move away from all my love, romance
and Nature writes. A bit of variety to stir my
imagination...

I have made several corrections to this poem in the last few days.
I am now thinking its the final revision but, that may change as I just presented it at my poetry site and have asked in a pm one fantastic poet to read it and give me his opinion and/or any suggestions on perfecting the poem more. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Haides and Tormented Souls (the Dwelling)
First part, a fragment presented



Where the dark wind blows, lies abound
deep into a ravenous, hellish pit.
Lost souls cry and moan deep under ground
under evil torture each must submit.

Dark Hades, ancients called this gloom
agonizing souls, cast into Hell.
Hideous monsters working in every room
death's stinking odor the smell.

Shrill cries from pain immensely great
as tortured minds see so clear.
The miseries they and others sadly ate
embracing the dark seeds of fear.

Panic in one room, terror in another
burning brands searing souls.
So sweet the agonizing cries for mother
as demons reach their goals.

Each torment according to its worst sin
eyes gouged , for depraved acts.
Hearts sliced, tossed into a burning bin
tongues torched for lying facts.

Hands crushed for stealing other's gains
whips slashing across bloody backs.
Every torture imagined for greater pains
even burning in oil soaked sacks.

Deepest level, reserved for special guests
darkest demons there get to play.
Inflicting deeper pain by evil's requests
to those that thought never to pay!

Where the dark wind blows, lies abound
deep into a ravenous, hellish pit.
Lost souls cry and moan deep under ground
under evil torture each must submit.

(COMPOSITION IN PROGRESS, A FRAGMENT)
Note: Previously presented was part one-
The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) Part One-Revised.
The journey into HAIDES by way of crossing the Styx.
The river Styx is actually an off shoot of Acheron
that splits into the Styx and the Cocytus.

Part two now has two lines written. It will be titled ,
Haides and Tormented Souls (the Dwelling)..
I have no preset limit to the second part, may be
longer or shorter. I suspect it will be even longer.
I hope the readers enjoy this write. I wanted to do
something dark and move away from all my love, romance
and Nature writes. A bit of variety to stir my
imagination...
I have made several corrections to this poem in the last
few days.