Elucidating Questions

As we fall, down into the ground

As the styx rises all around

Try to hide, you only face regrets

Look around, there’s no one here to get

Classically, sinking all around

Trying hard, not to hear the sound

Where you go, you’ll only find the storm

Where you hide, you’ll only face the torn

Trapped, underneath the rising form

Lost, with a matchbox much too worn

To light