I am greeted before the Styx The ferryman’s barren gaze may bear sympathy in hindsight Nevertheless it’s duty fulfilled And I am delivered where I deemed love lay waiting It was bliss upon arrival My soul wrapped in your diffused warmth Before you ever knew I had came, dancing in the Sirens song. I was ignorant to the ferryman’s silent warning Ignorant to my displaced presence Ignorant to a telegraphed fate Ignoring all signs pointing elsewhere Mortal bodies were not made to embrace your raw warmth Just visages of your love were fierce enough to burn me up Before I am turnt to ash I shall return to the heavens