Black Repose

Notre-Dame is silent.

For whom the bell tolls? It tolls for thee

The ferryman stands at the shore of the sea

Waiting beneath the eternal fig tree

Black as night, the water lies

And in its depths thy sightless eyes

See visions of the Hell-lord’s rise

He is not man, nor goat, nor beast

It is upon thee the King shall feast

Blessed for naught by sinning priest

Accept thy fate, o mortal man

Enveloped by Death’s great wingspan

Surrendered to the Styx helmsman

Under Hades' gates ye glide

A coin to pay for thine silent ride

Those left behind, thou doth deride

A privilege to bathe in Persephone’s fountain

At the base of Cerberus’ mountain

Author's Note

憂鬱.