Styx
In a random order
At the death/life border
The last breath
Becomes the living death
In their dreams
The living past gleams
These sleeping sailors
Or weeping wailers
Their shadows are cast
Becoming images from the past
Those who can see
With their eyes closed
Are filled with glee
Heavenly dosed
Charon man of old
Brings those bold
Their crossing sold
With tooth breaking gold
Hear how their journey unfold
To cross this river wide
The dead have to endure the ride
The hooded figure brings
While he mournfully sings
Across the river black
Only he is to turn back
While the passengers lie
Truth ignores their cry
Damned by their action
If it was just a small fraction
Faith will decide
Separate the bad
The dead will endure this ride
And at the gate all be mad
See the eerie ship sets sail
Bones of pail
Follow the trail
To the unholy grail
All Hail
Upwards leaving the meadow
They are spun in shadow
The foul smell of moldy wood
Can’t vanquish fragrant good
From blood poppies’ odor
It remembers those of lost amour
Trees look pail and despair
Leafless and bare
Mankind carries cold harts
With the more gruesome parts
How faith cruelly tosses
People in a shady death end
Reminded of terrible losses
And sins on which they did depend
The rich and powerful became the fool
Pride made them being a tool
Dreamers can just drool
While they played being cool
But they shiver seeing themselves as ghoul
See in your mind
What fog did unwind
Wrecked signs make it clear
The meaning of ‘here’
Deathly darkness an abandoned place
That what the passengers will face
The color yellow
Vertigo turns mind mellow
Filling thoughts with despair
Almost endlessly towards dark lair
Death Valley we remember
Here no time will pass
Here won’t be snow in December
Nor the sight of green grass
Died in faraway land
Unclosed eyes untouched by friendly hand
Time is the cursed sand
Dead will only grand
The last notes of hell’s band
Ancestors mournfully creep
Low below the dark deep
Supporting twisted pillars
Followed by drowned eyes of killers
Columns made of carved stones
Carved by million finger bones
Skeletons have lost their purpose
Skulls are floating towards the surface
And are looking lovingly dear
Up at their body the bone chandelier
From above sleepers see
Where they will go down
By fall they flee
Sinners won’t drown
From down below they face
Massive pillars unable to fill space
Marble carved with marvelous grace
At the bone chandelier they gaze
Slowly it has never been a race
Slowly their journey goes
While they escaped the cave of hollow echoes
Where roof holes link
The past and present with sky pink
Greeted by waving lush fields
Tempting that what Death wields
In moving reflection
There exists a connection
Between sky and river
Both a pink quiver
Faith is something they lack
No hope for escaping
The spirit of the pink Cadillac
Tribute to the death of the King
Elvis they remember by
The place where you lay
Passengers bound by a blood tie
When they say goodbye
They silently cry
The sky feels belligerent
While clouds float ignorant
A constant foreboding of rain
Could make mind insane
Electricity always in toil
Thunder always willing to broil
To deep-fry the passenger
Hear Charon the messenger
He was about to say
You have another way
Don’t know which psyche road
No one left us a clue
But should have gone on another boat
I guess that was something we knew
Mind erased by morning dew
Everything is old nothing new
Only heaven stays truly blue
And somehow we always knew
None of this was ever true
It is light this night
They welcome a beautiful sight
Where stars are in clear view
The future of all stars knew
When they look down from above
Judging those who never have enough
And they find them being to light
They want to punish them with all their might
With their solar power
They send a blissful meteor shower
The passengers can feel
That they will be guests
The apocalypse is real
Where they put their tranquility to rest
They never had a choice
To be covered in comatose
And they became unaware close
Passengers painfully froze
In a sleeping pose
The ending becomes clear
The reddening sky draws near
The earth is no good
Soaked in evil blood
A rime of old
By Dante told
Behind dancing guardian’s back
The words appear black
A last request
For those who won’t rest
“Let go all hope
Those who enter here”
Tramp or pope
All will tremble and fear
This gate of psychedelic frame
Above reflection same
Wild river untame
The black glittering fame
With its aesthetic name:
Styx