I met noone and he said:

For sure it is a weird way
You know the styx has much to say
To be strolling through the lines
About the ghostly riversides

I met noone and he said, listen to me stranger friend, darkness is better carried on the outside.
Follow me he called while sinking, to my empire of stone and silence and sometimes fire.

To be watching the unseen
From a time so far away
Yet to my faith I am so keen
That the sun is but a dream

Author unknown,
The original note was found in a 1915 Coca-cola bottle amongst other trinkets scattered around a man-sized mound of rocks on the riverbanks of the Sliin. The unnamed grave is a major landmark in the area and the famous ditty has been passed on through the abyss.