In a dampened soulless hole I lay
Beneath coins, my eyes peer through,
The spirit fee we all must pay
Too the ferryman, his timeless dues,
To float upon the river Styx
Stygian shores break into view,
Fantastic lands where all is fixed
And my failures are removed.
13/02/09 ADO

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