Now...
Were summoned the souls of the dead by Cyllenian Hermes...
Touched by the wand the awoke
and abeyed him and followed him squealing…

Even as bats in the dark
Mysterious depths of a cavern
Squeal as the flutter around
Should one from the cluster be fallen

Where from the rock suspended they hung
All clinging together
So did the souls flock squealing behind him
As Hermes the helper
Guided then down to the gloom through dank mouldering pathways