Eridanus

twisting and turning through the land,
the river now runs dry.
fated as a cruel resting place,
twas where a god’s son must die.
the boy drove his father’s golden chariot,
lighting up the day.
but the horses knew the master not
and broke loose from their reins halfway.
plummeting towards the harsh landscape,
the boy prayed for his life.
but there was nothing Apollo could do,
and it caused the god much strife.
crashing through the murky depths,
the boy’s short life did end.
now the river runs dry on land,
its sandy bottom blowing in the wind.
but it also winds brilliantly
across the midnight sky—
a symbol of where this foolish boy
was fated to die.