Styx River

Conquered by the circumambient incandescent We are impuissant to all illumination Its conflagrant presence remains incessant The Mother's diurnal course without reincarnation Purity of white, in its bright obsolescent Beauty transmogrified to incarceration Destitute to substance of atramentous Yearning for just an ounce of clandestiness Reverse fear of aura that is portentous The cosmos suffocating, attempting solace Abyss of chaos, our species remains apprentice Our essence, Yang without Yin, remains starless