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