There he is, floating around the river Styx, abandoned by the helmsman, left to wander alone.

His soul in despair as he tries to find his way to shore, but the river Styx is endless, no way to escape the waters embrace.

In a pool of lost souls, lonely and cold, floating between the others, each lost in regret.

He wanders for ages as the souls, filled with anything but clarity, meet his eyes with gazes deep as the underworld goes.

Until he meets a wise soul, who seems to have found her way, looking to guide any others that only stray further away.

The beacon of hope, the soft voice he lost along the way.

She says: "Another manipulated soul, deceived by her twisted embrace.

Promised peace and warmth, only to be shackled by anguish and disarray.

Endless questions, dwelling in those lost eyes, no guiding hand, a restless mind.

Wander the river Styx, to the waters where sorrow seeps.

The answers you seek, lie shrouded by mist, in their embrace your shackles will shake,

As freedom unfolds you'll find within yourself a flicker of hope, only then will you be able to escape,

The River Styx."