The hammer falls silent, the engine goes cold,
The final accounting of what has been sold.
A breath leaves the body and vanishes thin,
As the world on the outside stops looking within.
The colors all bleach to a silver and gray,
As the anchors of gravity crumble away.
No bridge to the future, no path to the past,
Just the weight of a moment that’s built to be last.
The shadows are hollow, the light is a wall,
There is nowhere to run and there’s nowhere to fall.
The secrets you guarded, the lies you held tight,
Are stripped from your skin by the edge of the night.
The ledger is settled, the debt has been paid,
In the quietest house that a mortal has made.
One second of truth..... in a kingdom of stone,
Where you finally stand, standing... you stand there alone.
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 7:16 PM UTC
The hammer falls silent, the engine goes cold,
The final accounting of what has been sold.
A breath leaves the body and vanishes thin,
As the world on the outside stops looking within.
The colors all bleach to a silver and gray,
As the anchors of gravity crumble away.
No bridge to the future, no path to the past,
Just the weight of a moment that’s built to be last.
The shadows are hollow, the light is a wall,
There is nowhere to run and there’s nowhere to fall.
The secrets you guarded, the lies you held tight,
Are stripped from your skin by the edge of the night.
The ledger is settled, the debt has been paid,
In the quietest house that a mortal has made.
One second of truth..... in a kingdom of stone,
Where you finally stand, standing... you stand there alone.
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
