Changing The Current Of The River Styx

Only the Pharaohs and Druids and ancient Greek Gods,

Know the answers and questions of Man.

Shame they're woven in stories forgotten or lost,

Perhaps never again to Be found.

We sift through signs and solitary morals,

And laugh as the day turns to night.

But the screeds of the watchers and long-fearful Judgers,

Fail in striking their apropos chord.

Now dance your architecture and sing your silence;

Fly my dear pretties, fly.

The Rapture alludes to a panoramic view,

Of your happiest, be-Loved plights.

Enjoy the dancing, the silence, the storm;

Remember the Power around.

The Earth is still turning, for we make it so;

We may S'well turn the current of Styx.

Boatman Ethan..