Styx

The look in her eyes

Wild, even Feral

Intoxicating

Her name was a mystery

That covered the distance

A binding oath for eternity

Her hair was carved from the clouds

Fluttering in the morning sun

Like a bird Like a butterfly

The color of her lips was the rose

Against the desert sand

She is the spirit of a goddess

Incarnated

She is the mirage that keeps you thirsty

Until you reach the oasis of her lips

It is death Slow and agonizing

Thirst for a heavenly river

That flows from her eyes

Teardrops of magic

River Styx

The boundary between life and the underworld

I became stranded

When you dipped me in the river

To become invulnerable

Like Achilles 

You were holding my heart 

In your hands

It became my weakness

My death

Styx

I do not have the silver coin

To pay your ferryman Charon

To cross to the afterlife and beyond

Instead I will pay your toll 

With my heart

Tear it from chest offer it to your ferryman

A token to be displayed at your temple

Your victory will be complete

 My fate, dismal

Styx

Accept my offering

The crimson jewel

Let me cross to your kingdom

Have mercy on my shattered soul

Paris had shot his arrows

Into my heart

And like Achilles

I will swim to be reborn

Only to love you again

Maxwell O’Reilly