The River Acheron

Then, at the river--an old man in a boat:
White haired, as he drew closer shouting at us,
"Woe to you, wicked souls!  Give up the thought

Of Heaven!  I come to ferry you across
Into eternal dark on the opposite side,
Into fire and ice!"

"And you there--leave this place,

You living soul, stand clear of these who are dead!"

Foreward on to Limbo!