You must not turn around. You must not look back. I know that I must not disobey this simple request. Yet, I cannot stop my mind from running untamed. I now listen closely for Eurydice's footfall behind me, but her shade makes no sound. Could I have been tricked by Hades and his cold Queen Persephone? Did Eurydice fall behind? Questions of mistrust and other morbid thoughts seem to close in on my brain. I …showed first 75 words of 737 total…

…showed last 75 words of 737 total…originally taken from me, she now descends back to the Underworld. "Immortal Gods! Hear my cry!" Emotions of disbelief and discontent now permeate and invade my soul. How could I be so weak as to lose my faith? Now once again death has coveted and encompassed Eurydice. The words of Hades now seem to mock me. I fear that they will never leave my mind: You must not turn around. You must not look back.