Charon, the ferryman of the dead, has survived into modern Greek folklore (or, at least, 19th century Greek folkore) as a personification of death- part angel, part bogeyman. My friend sovay posted some fascinating material about him yesterday- which prompted this....
The Lord Charon
He is not a lord like Milord Byron;
None of us is beneath his notice.
He sits in bushes and spies on us.
When the moment is right we go into his sack.
He empties that sack in a dreary garden
Where souls are planted in long straight rows,
Sending up leaves as thick as your hand
And a stalk with clusters of shiny, black fruit.