Gone I am.
After all these years
Spent on the earth,
I walk among the dead.

Coin under tongue,
I pay for passage
To cross the Acheron
Into the underworld.

I then enter the gates.
Fate at the hands of three,
I wait for their call
To where I’ll stay forever.

Thus I ponder,
Unknowing where to go.
All depends on my deeds.
What do the gods think of me?

Have I gained their favor?
Have I gained their disdain?
Have I naught but their indifference,
And be forgotten like most?

Will I be brought to Tartarus,
And spend my days in torture?
Surrounded by wrongdoing souls
In everlasting anguish.

Will I be brought to the Asphodel Meadows,
Where I’ll drink from the river Lethe,
And forget of my past,
Both what I love and hate?

Will I be brought to Elysium,
A place worthy of the righteous?
All peace and eternal bliss
No hardship to deal with.

I still wait for their decision
To pick out my destination.
Thoughts run through the mind
Of what I’ve done throughout my life.