Room 11

These words were spoken. 
No last goodbyes,
There he stood, 
to close her eyes.
to hold her hand and say farewell,
Two coins were tossed.
in the well.

While you cross
the field of dreams,
where life is not,
as it seems,
where the lies have taken root,
where none shall pass,
and none shall look.

Sticks and stones, 
just bones,
no tricks, 
While we sail down,
by the river Styx.