Page 33 of Hekate: The Witch
Perhaps my curiosity
is what I used to fill the hole it left.
All things have a purpose.
Not every purpose is good.
Charon
Our friendship happened slowly.
One day he brought me food
and the next, he brought me a story.
And when I enjoyed the tale,
he told me another.
His work in the Underworld
was to transport recently dead
spirits to the realm in which they would
spend eternity.
They brought with them his payment
in two coins, placed on their corpses
before they were cremated.
Apparently, he took the coins
as means of tradition,
but what he valued most
from those he ferried were the tales
they had collected over their lives.
Soon, this became a habit.
He would visit me in my new home
and find me by my sunlit window.
Together, we would take in
a sunrise or a sunset.
And he would tell me one
of the many stories he received
from his many passengers.
