It’s not in the lightning or ancient lore,
But the way your boots hit the hollow floor.
A quiet command, a sharpened stare,
The kind of weight that shifts the air.
You don’t just watch the world go by,
You take the chaos and unify.
With a steely focus and a steady grip,
You steer the course of the sinking ship.
Your power is the logic, the grit, the "how,"
Turning the later into the now.
While others flicker like candle smoke,
You’re the iron grain in the heart of oak.
A dry wit that cuts through the noise,
A natural, heavy-timbered poise.
You don’t need a crown or a loud parade,
To be the one who isn't afraid.
It’s the gear that turns behind the eyes,
The truth that lives where the ******** dies.
The power to build, the power to stay,
And the strength to clear the **** away.
You’re the anchor point when the tides get high..........
The grounded truth in a world of "try."
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 7:02 PM UTC
It’s not in the lightning or ancient lore,
But the way your boots hit the hollow floor.
A quiet command, a sharpened stare,
The kind of weight that shifts the air.
You don’t just watch the world go by,
You take the chaos and unify.
With a steely focus and a steady grip,
You steer the course of the sinking ship.
Your power is the logic, the grit, the "how,"
Turning the later into the now.
While others flicker like candle smoke,
You’re the iron grain in the heart of oak.
A dry wit that cuts through the noise,
A natural, heavy-timbered poise.
You don’t need a crown or a loud parade,
To be the one who isn't afraid.
It’s the gear that turns behind the eyes,
The truth that lives where the ******** dies.
The power to build, the power to stay,
And the strength to clear the **** away.
You’re the anchor point when the tides get high..........
The grounded truth in a world of "try."
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
