There are times where I find myself gazing
into your sanctuary.
Deeper my fondness grows knowing that
all your creations are your gifts to me.
The passion of your waves crash against the
shore beckoning me to fall within.
But I know it is I that you no longer
Your strong trident longs to impress
For that I know how much I
will have to suffer.
No longer ignoring the call of
I find my lungs filled with water and
my soul drifts to visit your brother.
I shouldn’t have made you wait so
long for me.
Now I spend my days roaming through
the dark waters of Styx.