Jeaneas, Obadius, and the prince

Did vow that night to follow Melinaus

Into the Underworld, to bring her back

From Hoy�s infernal realm. They ventured out

Across the river Tiber. Catacombs

They sought, but to their deep dismay

The Catacombs were closed indefinitely

For renovation, like everything else,

Our heroes tried to visit on their trip.

These things have been around for centuries!

Must everything be still in scaffolding

With cranes in pastel hues?

It was a good deal easier to get

To Hades. Our good heroes then sought yet

Another passage to the Underworld.

They found a sign upon a random street,

Two golden arches, and the words below,

"To Hades, 3 kilometers." They went

Where the sign said to go: into a door

And through a hallway, �till they reached a room

Where in a wicker chair sat an old monk,

Asking for just a small donation, please.

So each left him a thousand-lira coin

And went into the crypt.

Were fastened to the wall in curious

Designs, mosaics, bas-reliefs and heaps.

They journeyed through the barely lighted halls

Until they reached a forest of dead trees

Where souls of poor, unburied corpses traipse.