The River Styx

and we’ll all beg for fire
in the end

offered every second chance to repent
stared the goat directly in the eyes

wince and scratch at fevers
blistered in the past tense

two birds, a third, a fourth
and a flag waving in the wind

it’s the same story as old as time
reimagined each spin with new rhymes

crooked angles of twisted teeth
sharpened upon their own gnawing steel

savory salts and sugared highs
spider silk to cut a break

psyche swirling with weight of world
owl’s wisdom transmuted to heron

the blinding truth as sharp as source
bleeding through our veils of soul

in this flesh but not quite of it
magnetic song whispering something more

beyond the waves of battered helm
a sweeter realm of stoic calm

reaching for the sun in splendor
toward pulsing light of dire need

and we’ll all burn together
in the end

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.