Black Water Styx
As the dawn turns to dusk,
I am the waiting bride,
Of the eternal scarlet K(n)ight.
Laced with diamonds and rubies,
Precious pearls oozing out from the veins,
Awaits my soul, on the bank of black water Styx.
The Charon the Ferryman comes in his boat,
To take me to the world beyond.
The Ferrymen of the dead has to be paid,
To cross over to the other side.
With my two shiny eyes of gold,
I paid the price and get on board.
In time twisted and untaught,
I losses my self
Amidst the cries of thousand souls.
The water black as the night,
In which swims the mourning souls.
In the end, I crossover to the promised land,
To find every tormented and sinful soul,
As stood there outside the gate of Hades,
I realised death is the price I paid for my mortality.
The black water of the Styx, touching my feet,
Cleansed me off all the sin,
And in front of me is standing,
My groom, the scarlet K(n)ight, of the Styx.