Page 125 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

Lethe

The stone doors gave way to ice-blue walls.

As my eyes adjusted I realized I was inside

a mountain cave of bright blue quartz

that reflected the river’s light from below.

The river was far beneath where I stood,

the two sides connected by a bridge that went

all the way through the mountain,

far beyond my line of sight.

From the river rose tendrils of smoke

that looked just like the Asphodel mists,

but I knew better from Charon.

Those tendrils were not mists, but memories.

Lethe was where ghosts who were once

mortals were taken to forget everything,

and her waters were potent with pain,

grief, but also joy and happiness.

They say she did not differentiate between

mortals and Gods. That anyone who drank

from these waters lost their memories

now and forevermore.