I have no idea why I was inspired to write this. I don't particularly enjoy reading or writing poetry, but this just formed on my fingertips after an hour or so. Any feedback would be great; please make of it what you will.
At the edge of the Styx,
Where the dead pass by,
The impure girl lies on her knees,
Gazing up at the night sky.
Her innocence stolen,
The tainted maiden contemplates the river.
Apathy; she is just a hollow soul,
With only her life left to deliver.
Now past her misery,
The shamed girl enters the water,
Wading towards the deep,
To offer herself to the Gods for slaughter.
Resolute, she passes the shallow,
Loses her footing, and falls down,
Into the abyss, determined to sink.
With no resistance, she begins to drown.