Styx

Onward to the river now
The boatman, there, awaits.
Tarry not a moment now,
And hurry now in haste.
Past the lights, beyond the ghouls,
Beyond the dreaded wastes,
And forward to the rivers edge,
For the ferryman awaits.

The toll is set, two mites apiece,
Perhaps a little more,
And leave the boatman in his peace,
And hurry to the shore.
To the lands beyond the tides
To lands of ancient lore,
With the ferryman, across the tide,
Beyond the mists of yore

The sirens sing the lulling songs,
In a glorious choirs mimic,
As the passing ones are ushered forth,
The torn, the dying, the sick.
They greet them all with pomp and fair,
And morbidly fashioned antics,
And over all the Cerberus stands,
Over the river Styx.


-HERO