What is it you see, when you look at the dead? Your future? Their past? Or darkness? Instead Of a blinding white light that blows shadows away As they steal through the night, what they cover by day. Oh brother sleep well, through the horn gate you pass, With the Furies beset, for the sinners…
What is it you see, when you look at the dead?
Your future? Their past? Or darkness? Instead
Of a blinding white light that blows shadows away
As they steal through the night, what they cover by day.
Oh brother sleep well, through the horn gate you pass,
With the Furies beset, for the sinners en masse
All the waters traversed, find two coins on your lips,
As this river of woe runs aside the great Styx .
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
Dec247h 
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