The Angel & The Styx
Genesis Ritchot
I caught myself looking at my watch
As if staring would somehow make it stop
Three quiet hands
Like the wind blows the sand
Take the day with them again
It's burning somewhere I can't see
Between layers my soldiers can't reach
And you're just standing there
While only you can tell
How many turns my hands have left
Stay on your side of the Styx
I'm not ready to be boarding
