The River Styx

Buddy Reed
Dead to rights; left for nights.
Lost myself to find my shelf.
Depend on will; Time can tell a tale.
Death will tell me feel, "Love will tell you, Bill?"

With time to spare I did with dare,
To see how our great lord did care.

Lord grant me a quest that I do crave.

Bless you child, don't despair,
Have some tea sit a spell.
In your eyes, I see you care,
So I will tell you, time will tell.

I blink my eyes, with no time to think,
And I am back this single blink.
In this my story I do share,
Death will tell you not to stare.

Published by Buddy Reed

Humbly I am the amalgamation of naturally occuring minerals and elements held together by a localized electro-magnetic force. I am self aware and contemplative of philosophy, religion and the secrets of the...  View profile

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  • Christopher James Patton1/19/2010

    Styx, a path to hell? I would not want to stare either as such a quest would take valuable time, and this lord is lucky to communicate so much in one blink! Very creative =-)

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