The dead next door

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 .

Published by dec247h

Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!

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