For the full story of Orpheus and Eurydice see here.
The image is from The British Museum via Wikipedia.
Carried - but by what, if not by dream? - until I looked beyond the borders of our time and space, beyond the end of our continuum where is the entrance into Hades, a lower quantum world than earth - but made of earthly stock. My Eurydice, long fallen to the quick but agonising death of serpant bite (though I, would sure have sucked the wound of all its poison gladly - yeah, until the body rotted - but they pulled me from her, using, in the pulling, all their brute strength) and being now in sleep and in that sleep transported hence, I used the sweetness in my voice, to move those Nether Gods, seduce them if you like, yeah, beg them to restore my Eurydice to health, to me and to our world, deliver her again into the flesh, into that time and space, the serpent stole who bit my gentle love. I sang to them those Nether Gods of birds in trees, of trees beneath the stars, of stars that sew the night together, of night as balm for day's mistakes, day harsh of light and unforgiving, forgiveness for us all. So sweet my voice, beguiling was my lyre, the Nether Gods relented - but said this: I was to lead my Eurydice across the void between our worlds and not look back... and I, fool that I am, agreed. For understand the dangers that we faced were legion: dragons were there, landslips and broken force fields, the Goodrons to be crossed where gravity can rip a person's limbs away. To verify that she, my gentle love, was safe and well, I did look back and saw that in the cataclysmic rending of the sky, my Eurydice was gone and gone for good. My world sailed on; my love, alas, was overboard. And now these women, Maenads all, have fallen on me. These I met a mile or two from home. Smug bitches who were first discourteous to me, still in my hour of mourning, then, when I retaliated, gouged out an eye, began to tear me limb from limb and will not stop, will not be satisfied until the last of me is torn to shreds.